Millie is a playful, mischievous kitty with a dangerous smart streak. She's a smart cookie that'll avoid capture and run circles around any wrangler; then find a creative hiding spot on the fly, hunkering down with the patience of a monk. She decides who she wants meet and when she wants to meet them-and she lets you know what she thinks!
While she has her share of street skills, Millie is definitely a bit prissy. Treats must be exactly what she's craving or they will be left to go stale. Thinking of giving her a treat from the dinner table? It better be a neat, dainty portion without any slimy, scraggly parts before she'll nip it out of your hands.
She enjoys bird watching and sunbathing as much as she enjoys barreling across the apartment at top speed and clambering up to the ceiling on a scratching post. Millie prefers a healthy balance of rest and play in her life and doesn't indulge in kibble like her brother. She seems to prefer just enough kibble to satisfy and not quite enough to put on the pounds.
Millie won't back down from a battle, no matter how big the opponent. Whether combating her older brother, Iroh, or fending off a bothersome human-Millie pulls out all the stops in a battle.
Iroh is a completely different animal.
Iroh is an amiable cat that loves anything edible. He's not a dumb feline by any means, but his conviction can be easily overturned by the presences of treats. Iroh radiates relaxed wisdom and his steady, casual gaze is calming and endearing.
Iroh's appearance is full of contradictions. His black coat is occasionally plagued by dandruff and is permanently marred by a bald patch from a abscess removal during his stay at the Seattle Humane Society. One ear sports a jagged tear and his large fangs hang comically past his furry chin chin.
In spite of this his stride seems more "king of the jungle" than a raggedy hobo-cat. Instead of begging, Iroh demands treats and kibble-even pets-through direct verbal and non-verbal communication. Quite often he sprawls out in an open space seeming to
Even with his kingly air, Iroh is a good sport. Accepting baths, being held and petted even when it's not entirely his idea and riding in cars without any complaint. He's not much of a fighter or a runner. When it comes to "fight or flight" Iroh chooses "freeze" and prefers rolling over on his side in surrender.
Don't let his energy conserving techniques fool you, he has a playful side. Occasionally he can be coaxed into a play session with a bit of string or into a fight with Millie when the mood strikes him. On the whole, Iroh dedicates most of time to kibble and resting.
So whatever your perception of animal psychology, the fiance and I are pleased to respect our two cat-roomies' personalities and thoroughly enjoy them for who they are!
The cats aren't just roommates, they're also wonderfully therapeutic. Whether it's their personalities or simply their "live-in-the-now-animalness" they calm me and comfort me when times get rough. And who doesn't appreciate something warm and soft to cuddle with when the darkness creeps in?
Along the same lines, the fiance jokingly recommended I get a service dog to aid in my anxiety and depression. Even though I am a glaring CAT PERSON after some research into psychiatric service dogs I'm thoroughly interested...
Time will tell what will be!