Ok here goes: Kitty came to live with me when my mom's other cat got killed by my brother's dogs. When my mom and I got to her house, Indy (one of the dogs) wanted to show me something, so I followed her into one of the back bedrooms. As I looked in my mom's bedroom, I saw something laying on the floor not moving at all, it took me a few minutes to know what it was, it was a dead cat and it was Baby. Indy had killed Baby. So I heard my mom say, "what is wrong?" I told her to come look. She did, and she noticed Baby laying there in the middle of the floor, dead. Well I told my mom for Kitty's safety, she should come stay with me. My mom didn't argue. So I went searching through the house for Kitty, found her behind the microwave. We put her in the cat carrier and brought her down to my place. Kitty was traumatized by the dogs, she was still scared when she was at my place, and it took her a few weeks to come around and me coaxing her and letting her know that she is safe and there are no dogs at my place. She has been living with me for a while now and she loves it but misses my mom and going outside, but I tell her that she is better off inside because she will live longer. She is happy staying with me.
Skittles came to me when my mom's best friend had to move and was going to have her grandkids. One of my mom's best friend's grandkids has asthma and other breathing problems, so my mom's best friend had to give up her cat, and she thought of me. She asked me if I could take in Skittles and I said that I would. Skittles has been with me since August 31, 2011. She loves it here as well. She is more of an indoor cat, she has never been outside.
Both Kitty and Skittles get along with an occasional fight now and then but I stay on top of them and stop them when they start to fight. They groom each other more than they fight. I love Kitty and Skittles, they help me feel better when I am down.