Reader Peter Landers first sent me a pair of black and white cats named, obviously well cared for and quite comfortable. They’re also named after Douglas Adams characters:
These are my roommates Dirk and Arthur, helping on laundry day. My previous cat died far too young and the apartment felt empty without kitties, so I went on the hunt and found these two brothers in need of a home. Arthur spent the first couple of weeks quite sad, it was wonderful to see how good Dirk was at snuggling in and making everything better. Even now, two years later, they’re as inseparable as ever. They’re the gentlest cats I’ve ever met, and my best roommates ever!
I might as well mention that as of two weeks ago I’ve added a third kitteh to the family. This little guy is a tailless cat (well, about a 1″ stubby tail–natural, not due to surgery or injury) who was found trapped in a storeroom above my mother’s workplace. He had apparently been up there for quite a while and he hadn’t eaten in that time; there was nothing to him. Mom got him out and fed him, but when I stopped by for a visit he pretty much adopted me at first sight. There was no response from any former owner to our announcements on the radio or in the paper, so I thought it would be best to hang onto him, having taken care of him while we waited. As of now, he’s named Gordon (got to keep with the Douglas Adams naming convention at this stage), he’s put on some weight, and he’s getting along very well indeed with Arthur and Dirk. The attached picture is from his first day out of the shop; he’s still looking a bit scruffy and skinny. But since then he’s gotten sleek and sturdy again. He still really needs his hugs whenever I come home, though. And he’s every bit as gentle as the others, who accepted him immediately.