Tosha was an only child for three years than Hunter came to live with us as a kitten.  Tosha was not happy, to say the least, and after almost three years having the run of the house, Tosha only barely tolerates our sweet boy.

Hunter has a sweet disposition, wrapping his front paws around my neck and purring in my ear and drooling.  Sometimes something comes over him, and he will tear around the house like a wild cat.

Tosha's greatest desire is to drink from the faucet, and will follow us into the bathroom plaintively meowing for water.  When she is in a really good mood, she will snuggle into the hair at my neck and knead my shoulder.