Shortly after our beloved cat Sofia died of a horrible heart attack on Christmas Day 2007, we adopted our cats Loki and Maya (both female) from the Willamette Humane Society. The sadness of no longer having Sofia with us, the silence of her absence, the loss of that special companionship, was just too much to bear.
So, after two weeks — what felt like the longest, saddest two weeks of my life — we went to the humane society, just to look and to pet some kittens. That’s it. Well, we ended up leaving with not one, but two new cats. They weren’t replacing Sofia but allowing us to take care of them and love them, to give them a good life. Loki, the stripey nerd (a phrase I learned from my best friend Clair), was about four years old and Maya was about 5 -7 months. It was “adopt one, get one free” at the shelter and baby Maya was the freebie.
In general, we’re a happy family and the cats get along great, but sometimes the girls get territorial about sunlight or patches of sunlight, that is. These photos were taken last year when the poor dears battled it out for a rectangular piece of sunshine (there was another patch off camera, but oh no, they both wanted this one).