These were some of my favorite times with Gus and Carma - lazy weekend afternoons. After they ate lunch they would find a sun patch and curl up for afternoon naps while I worked on art. I do miss these moments and I think I always will.
Carma has not been the same since Gus died. She goes into the closet - a place Gus would go when he wasn't feeling well. It is concerning. They were together 16 years and survived being thrown out of a moving car in a bag together with their other litter mates to being adopted by their first kind human - who died of terminal cancer less than 5 years after adopting them. They were placed in a shelter together for a year before I met them - and yes - it was love at first sight. I went there for one cat and ended up with two. And I was lucky enough to be picked out by them.