Campbell on the left; Nabby on the right. Aren't they precious? They came to us earlier this year, and chose us as their daddies. I think a couple guys who used to live here in our condo complex were taking care of them, and then stopped. It's sad, but too many people treat cats as expendable. Anyway, they started hanging out at our front step, and we weren't even feeding them. When Nabby hurt his paw, Rick and I decided we had to take them in. So he took Nabby to the vet, who gave him some antibiotics; meanwhile, we bought a litter box, food, collars, the whole nine yards, and took these two sweet babies in. And they are such good indoor cats. At first, they wanted to go out a lot, especially Campbell, but that seemed to subside after we had them fixed. Now they are perfectly happy in our little home, and they give us so much joy. We are pretty sure that they are brothers. We named them after two players (Brian Campbell [Брайан Камбелл] and Evgeni "Nabby" Nabokov [Евгений Набоков]) on the San Jose Sharks, and although Brian Campbell has since signed with the Chicago Blackhawks, we're keeping our Campbell for good. (And Nabby too.)
Although Nabby was the first of the two to approach us, Campbell has settled into his role as the alpha kitty, although in reality he is not mean at all. He just likes to play rough, and he always has to be wherever we are. He'll plant himself on the table while Rick is trying to read the newspaper, and he'll refuse to let him read it. He is also very vocal, meowing as he wanders around the house, and especially when he follows us into the kitchen. He likes to tear up our hands and arms when we try to stroke his belly. And he loves to be petted, stroked and kissed, and purrs very loudly.
Nabby is much more the aloof little thing, although he seems to cherish time spent in the upstairs bedroom with either Rick or me, when Campbell is off on other adventures. He purrs softly and likes to be stroked on the rump. He is also famous for giving "Nabby nibbles," where he nibbles on the tips of our fingers. While Campbell interacts with us all the time downstairs in the living room or kitchen, Nabby likes to sit high up on one of the stairs, where he can observe all the goings on in relative peace. Oh, and he hates everyone (except Rick and me).
Campbell and Nabby get along perfectly together, and often sleep in each others paws, groom each other, and fight with each other. They pretty much only like dry cat food and treats (their favorite is the creamy dairy flavor), and they never seem to want any people food (except the milk from my cereal once in a while). But I think our favorite family moments are when Rick and I get home from work, and we all sit in the upstairs bedroom together and watch the 5:00 news, all sprawled out on the bed.
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