HenryandNin

We were named after Henry Miller and Anais Nin, presumably two cat lovers from a long time ago. We were two of 115 cats that were born in a feral colony on Skid Row in Los Angeles. Only five of us survived. Because of our tumultuous beginning, we are now inclined (or should I say reclined) to enjoy the simple pleasures of life like a midday nap in the sun. However, we are two very distinct cats. For the sake of anonymity i will now revert to the third person; Henry is missing an ear and he has scratches on his nose indicating that he has never been one to turn down a good scrap with another cat, dog, or car that happens to get in his way. He is fiercely independant and likes to galavant around the neighborhod at all hours. Nin is more of a homebody. She enjoys nothing more than being with her parents on the coch, or cyrled up by the heater. She is ridiculously intelligent and is fully capable of communication with humans. She is also very senstive and is able to detect even the most subtle changes of energy. They are brother and sister and have each other's back, but they make awful hunters, content to let invaders such as other cats share their food and lodgings until one of their parents gets wind of it, at which time they may or may not make a halfhearted sho of territorialism. They are the greatest cats on Earth hands down.