Way back in post 1085 I introduced Mocha, then in 1455 I introduced Chipsie, and finally in post 1685 I introduced Figaro. Mocha and Chipsie are still with me, but Figaro escaped a week after Hurricane Michael, by clawing out a window screen, and I haven't seen him since.
Mocha is getting on in years. I have no idea how old she is, as she was an adult rescue when she came to us in November 2004. She's gotten, um... rotund... and a bit lazy. I've seen her play with a couple of the toys just a few seconds at a time, but she's definitely not very active. I bring stuff for her in an effort to get her more active, and I try to play with her, but all she's interested in is naps, scratches, and belly rubs. She's not a lap kitty, but she'll sit by me on the couch, and she sleeps next to me on the bed, and if my arm or hand is close by, she'll reach out and put a paw on my hand, or even rest her head on it as a pillow, trapping me there for who knows how long. (It's against the law to move a cat!!!)
Chipsie came home to me in 2014, also an adult rescue. She became very attached to me, but is also not a lap kitty; she just has to be in the same room with me. She does greet me at the door when I get home from work, and she'll follow me around demanding attention for several minutes. I can pick her up and put her on my shoulder, and she'll tolerate it for about 30 seconds, then look for a way down. on the other hand, when I'm trying to eat, she's all over me looking for ear-scratches. She's not after my food, she's after my attention!
Figaro escaped 9 months ago, and I still miss him! I spent weeks walking around the neighborhood with pictures, posting at the shelters, etc. He's chipped and the chip is registered, so he hasn't been scanned anywhere. Figaro was the lap kitty I'd been looking for for so long, always jumping up and sitting on me for a quick nap after spending some time killing every imaginary enemy in the house. Even at two years old he was the smallest of the three, but between them in weight, although that's just because Mocha is a FAT little slut; he'd have outweighed a "normal" build Mocha, just like he outweighed Chipsie.
Mocha sheds. I can brush her, and the brush is clogged in just a couple of strokes. I can do that for 20 minutes and it's still clogged after just a couple of strokes. neither of the other cats sprays so much fur around the place, even as fluffy as Chipsie is, she doesn't shed like Mocha.
Anyway, a couple of new pictures...
Mocha, as a ROUND kitty!
Her touchie-feelie needs
And now Chipsie...
She's not sitting on a cushion, that's her own tail
My foot is a size 11, or for EU folks, a 44
Between these two, Mocha pretty much defers to Chipsie. She won't go to the food dish if Chipsie is there, even though it's a double dish and plenty of room. She seems to think the toys belong to Chipsie and not her, and she watches Chipsie but does not join in. She'll investigate the stuff if Chipsie's not around, but she jumps away nervously pretty quickly.
When Figaro was around, he was pretty much the dominant kitty, and the most active. Both of these cats sleep with me, but Chipsie wouldn't if Figaro was on the bed. Mocha eventually would, but it took her a while after Figaro arrived. I never saw Figaro and Chipsie close together in any kind of interaction. Mocha wold allow him to approach her, though, tolerant for just a couple of minutes, but it usually turned into a hissing fit when Figaro wanted to play. She was just too lazy to get up and leave, I think!
I'd gotten Figaro a bow-tie collar, because after all, he's a tuxedo kitty!
Mocha sez, You better not!!!
Daddy-lap! Dis a good place!
One week exactly after the hurricane, I was still living in the office since my house was damaged so badly. The power was still out so the windows were open. Figaro had been around screened windows for ages, and there was never an issue. For some reason, though, on that day, he decided to investigate something outside and tore a hole in the screen. I was out at customer sites doing recovery work for their computer networks and he was gone when I got back. It actually took me some time to accept that he'd gone out, as both other cats were still in the room, and it was common for them to find hidey-holes behind furniture that would take me a while to discover. When I found the hole in the screen, I went out rattling his favorite bell-ball toy, which never failed to get him to come running, but he never came back. All I can hope is that some family picked him up and have taken good care of him.