I've had these guys 14 years and 8 months.
In college, I really wanted a black cat as the 1st pet of my very own. My boyfriend (now husband) called one morning to say he'd found a tiny black kitten at the construction site he was working on. It was fate and hence that's his name. I brought cat food to the site and they were so tiny, they had no idea it was food. I had to bottle feed them milk for the first week.
But he had a sidekick, as grey sister who I didn't plan to keep, but quickly fell in love with. My brother was in 5th grade and studying Native American tribes. He named her Cheyanne.
My husband and I counted a while back, we've moved to something like 15 different residences with these guys. I can't believe they are still around and are in such great shape. I will miss them terribly when they are gone and am so grateful for the times we've shared.
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