A few days ago 
We did have two cats originally, and both were acquired from the RSPCA many years ago; ‘Food’ in the summer of 2000, and ‘Drink’ sometime in 2001.
Why the silly names? ‘Food’ reacted extremely well to that word, he would come racing up to us for… well, Food! Drink was simply named to match her ‘brother’!
The cats had very different personalities. When we collected ‘Food’, there were a bunch of kittens to choose from. He was a distinctive grey colour, more reminiscent of a Persian, though he was obviously a Heinz 57 breed.
He had a great personality, was outgoing, playful and boisterous. He liked to sit on the TV sometimes, such as in this picture, these were the days of the CRT.
‘Drink’ was the opposite. She was the only kitten left, so you could say the ‘runt’ of the litter and was a mottled ‘orange’ colour. She flinched at any movement, and the RSPCA person told us that she might have been hit by someone at a very early age. It’s a real shame that someone could do that to a defenceless kitten, and ‘mess them up’ at such an early age.
Regardless, we accepted ‘Drink’ into our family much to the initial disgust of ‘Food’ who hissed and spitted at her arrival. ‘Drink’ was oblivious, it didn’t last long, and soon they were eating and sleeping together, and making friends to some extent.
I have to say that ‘Food’ was my favourite cat. The temperament, the playfulness, and the way he loved your company was everything you could have ever wanted; this was not case with ‘Drink’. She rarely took the initiative and made no effort to need the want of human company. She was and still is friendly though, likes a stroke and a cuddle but only when it’s eating time.
One day sometime in 2007, ‘Food’ entered the house, struggling to walk and fell over. Something has happened to him, and we rushed him to the vet. They couldn’t tell us much, and we left him there in hope he would recover.
That night he passed away, it was terrible. I loved that cat; he was every thing we ever wanted in a feline companion. 
When we invited ‘Shadow’, our Golden Retriever into the house in 2012, he was a little white seal, and ‘Drink’ behaved the same was as ‘Food’ did initially. Hisses and spits, which the dog totally ignored.
They sleep together now and tolerate each other, but I would not say are really friends. I think she is the boss, even if he is FOUR times larger!
So this story ends as it starts. It’s now 2018 and ‘Drink’ is still with us. She sleeps all day, does not like going out, and is only active when its food time. She is still friendly, but never like ‘Food’ ever was. How long is she going to be with us?
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