I'm Brian | Cat Sitting in Lititz, PA

Hello and welcome fellow fur parents. Likely, the most indisputable trait my mother instilled within me and my 2 sisters during our upbringing is our overwhelming appreciation, love, and concern for cats. I've noticed that some dog owners (my wife previously included) feel as though they are able to look down on cat owners (a.k.a. fanatics) because of being perceived as 'lazy pet owners' since we are not required to interact with them as often as dogs. But I wholeheartedly disagree in that many of us cat owners realize that we are in fact more engaged with our feline friends than others would be with their dogs to make them the pets we hope for them to be. Thor, our first young adult male cat, acts like a dog and I am his master. When he isn't napping, he often intentionally seeks me out to be near me. While preparing food in the kitchen, he stays between my legs and moves back between them every time I move from one place to another. When I sit in my recliner he hops into my lap and sprawls out so that I can rub what most cats consider the 'danger zone' the belly and he snoozes with his paws tucked up into his chest. I can't have an entire night of comfortable sleep without him being either hammocked between my legs, tucked under my arm, or (more often than I would like to admit) crammed face-first into my butt while I try to sleep on my side. Nevé, our 2nd fur-baby (generation 2), was adopted from my sister's unintentional collection of cats and kittens at a local (to her) barn. Nevé is a French word of Latin origin that means 'field of granular snow' which suits her perfectly as she is a beautiful fluffy white color with 2 grey highlights: one on her forehead and one on her tail. She is 3 years old and has taken to my wife from the start. As I initially described her, she is the most INTENSE LAP CAT I have ever met. She often and instantly asserts herself into the lap (of my wife more than mine) and takes instant comfort in knowing she is loved. Our 3rd and final fur-baby (generation 2) is Loki. He is also from the colony of cats that my sister has tried to keep in good health while also trying to control its expansion. The first visit I made to my sister to select a cat to adopt resulted in Loki (then called Isis) crawling up my clothing and jumping into my arms. Since he was not neutered, I didn't want to take a chance on his adoption until that had been done. I wanted to reduce the chance of either him or his stepbrother (Thor) starting to spray and causing issues with the furever adoption. On that first visit, I adopted Nevé instead but went back 2 months later to get this crazy guy. It only took a few days for him and Thor to become BEST BUDDIES! It is heartwarming to see those two boys play throughout the house; flying squirrel moves; mutually attackin...