Lily quickly earned the title of escape artist. No matter how many times we cat-proofed the yard, she found a new weakness in our defenses, gving her a small victory and mild panic for us.
Kobe's talent is “making biscuits” - kneading with his paws like he's working dough. And that dough happens to be our back, chest, tummy—any surface is fair game. Combine that with his love of boxes (literally any box), and you’ve got one very content kitty who believes life’s greatest joys are comfort and companionship.
About a year later came Tommy—whose story of how he found us is one worth telling on its own. He appeared at our doorstep as a stray but with an undeniable air of someone who had already lived many lives. He chose us rather than the other way around. Unlike Lily, Tommy has zero interest in escaping. His motto is simple: eat, sleep, repeat. He always finds the warmest, softest place in the house—usually my bed. He’s the embodiment of “been there, done that.”
In 2023, Louie joined the family—a tuxedo cat I couldn’t resist. At the adoption center, I remember wondering why no one had taken him home yet. When they placed him in my arms, he just melted—limp, trusting, and completely relaxed. In that moment, I knew he had already chosen me.
Louie may look refined in his black-and-white suit, but don’t be fooled. He’s a whirlwind of playful chaos, four years younger than the rest and endlessly energetic. He loves ambushing the others from behind furniture, darting across the house like a blur of fur. He drives the older cats up the wall—but then he’ll tilt his head, gaze at you with those big eyes and tiny moustache, and somehow all is forgiven. He’s a little jerk, yes, but an irresistibly adorable one.
Living with these four—Lily the genius, Kobe the biscuit-maker, Tommy the zen master, and Louie the mischievous baby—feels like running a sitcom. Each has their quirks, and together they make the house endlessly lively, loving, and just the right amount of chaotic. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.