Doc and Sextus came together from the shelter, along with the late lamented Quint, Sexty’s brother.
We were smitten by Doc – literally, he has witchy eyes and we had no choice – and had waited out the week until he was available.
Sair’s ballet teacher volunteers there, though, and she somehow magicked us into taking two more cats at the same time.
Poor Sextus and Quint had been at the shelter all their short lives awaiting a home, and after about eight months, their time was really, really up.
I tried to plead enough cats, but Miss Patricia has fourteen.
It was a good thing, though, because Doc needed some older brothers to push around, and Sextus needs a kitty to love.
He adores Doc.
And who wouldn’t.
I mean, can you resist that face?
Or how about this belly?
In case you can’t see it, here is a better shot.
I think in this one you can see that his belly fur is in little ringlets.
So you can see why Sexty (here) thinks he’s so wonderful.
So they are buddies.
Sadly, the advent of cat #6, Habeeb, has driven Sextus to a life of exile on the back porch (along with Wolfie).
But before that, this was the usual configuration.