Meet Sydney & Willy

It all started when my girlfriend and I ending up cat sitting for our friend Sonya. Pachuga (which I believe is Spanish slang for "breast") was an older, skittish cat that came from a broken home. Once she warmed up to us and stopped hiding under the bed, we decided to explore the idea of feline companionship more thoroughly on our own.

Enter Sydney.



Sydney was our first cat and came to us from the SPCA in Burnside. It turned out to be a more rigorous and paper-work heavy process than having a child (for more information on one of those things, type boring baby in Google's video search).

She had a cold, sneezed a lot and looked helpless in her cell. So what if her file said "slightly destructive" on it? How could this poor, defenseless animal do any harm? The first week she was lethargic and snuggled all the time. We interpreted this as "love." She quickly snapped out of it and became the cold, hard cat she is today. Crazed by lasers, able to leap many feet in the air when provoked by the old mouse on a stick trick and quick to claw exposed flesh for fun. When she started to exhibit signs of boredom and irritability in the middle of the night, we figured she needed a friend.

Enter Willy.



We looked after Willy during our friend Lucy's trip to Mexico. When she returned and saw how strong a bond that Willy and Sydney had developed, Lucy let us keep him and we gave her exclusive visitation rights that still exist to this day.

Willy is an old softy. He loves visitors, attention and a warm lap. He doesn't discriminate and is about as low maintenance as a critter can go.