Wanderous Cats

Obi

Obi

A pound kitty from Morgantown, West Virginia, Obi was adopted by Chris in 2005. He experienced and survived their undergraduate years together, moving to five different houses. In 2010, Obi made the trip to Ocean City, Maryland where he again stayed in several different houses, claiming kingship over each of them. He was the main reason that Chris and Sarah met. He moved to Philadelphia with them in their pursuit of their writing careers, and was an invaluable companion to Sarah as she finished her MFA. in February of 2016, Obi lost his battle with pancreatic cancer and went to wander in the afterlife. He was a special cat who could convince the greatest of anti-cat people that cats might be alright. He is missed but not forgotten.

elayne Elayne

Elayne was (literally) caught by Chris in 2006 when she tried her best to skedaddle out of the garage she was born in. She was so soft and shiny, Chris kept her and her siblings were given to neighbors and other family members, where they are hopefully less ornery. Elayne basically always gets her way and has one heck of a pout face that makes it very clear to Chris and Sarah when she wants to get under the covers. She has the rare feline trait of enjoying belly rubs, and will frequently choose this over bacon. She is named after a powerful queen in the Wheel of Time series.

maggie

Maggie

This little fluff-butt was adopted in 2016 through a non-profit organization in the Philadelphia area that pairs adorable kitties with their lucky human parents. She and her sister, Michonne, peered out from a little cat carrier in the living room of their foster home and captured Chris and Sarah’s hearts without so much as a meow. While she was shy at first, she eventually came out of her shell and showed off her kitty-ing skills. Chris and Sarah soon learned that her natural disposition is outgoing, friendly, and approachable, so she earned the name Maggie (after Maggie Rhee on the Walking Dead). She is usually the first one to ask for breakfast.

michonne Michonne

Michonne started her life with Chris and Sarah by hiding on the back of the futon frame, scooting as tightly as possible under the cushions and holding still when they came near. If a hand went her way, she hissed. If a hand touched her, her claws turned into katanas (earning her the name “Michonne”). But Chris and Sarah knew she was scared, not mean, and they worked with her. If they pretended they weren’t trying to pet her, but touched her anyway, she began to allow it. Then one day, she looked up and meowed… a tiny squeak they’d never heard before, and when they looked down, she arched her tiny back and blinked at them, like, “Duh, pet me.” Now, she wakes them up every morning and purrs as soon as she’s touched.

 

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