Today marks the third year that I have had two cats living with me. On November 22nd, 2008, my friend Trish dropped off her two cats, Bruce and Amelia, to stay with me while her Air Force Reserve unit was deployed to Iraq. I was originally supposed to keep the cats for six to eight months, but various upheavals in Trish's life kept extending their stay until finally she and I decided the cats should just stay with me permanently. (Though I have promised Trish joint custody should she ever return to Georgia.)
Bruce has now lived with me longer than he lived with Trish, and Amelia is catching up, so I do consider them my cats. (Though as Rooster Cogburn observed, no one owns a cat. We're roommates.) They are a constant source of amusement, annoyance, and companionship.