I have two - Both in their teens. One was feral, and I adopted her from a rescue centre when she was 11 months old. Im so proud of her, and how far she has come from when i first got her. She's so brave now

The other - He's my soul mate. I took him from an acquaintance when i saw the terrible condition he was being kept in. This acquaintance was a really bad person. He hurt me too. The cat was not expected to survive the night, but I stayed up with him and he made it. With lots of TLC he became my big gorgeous healthy man, and didn't get sick again for the next 12 years We are terribly codependent. If I don't eat he brings me more 'presents'. He suffers baaad separation anxiety which Im trying to work on. He is only happy when we're spooning on the sofa. It was him that brought routine in to my life (I got him first - the second was to keep him company whilst I went to work). I just couldn't lead a chaotic lifestyle and keep him safe and healthy at the same time. What I couldn't do for myself, I could do for him.