*** Note: Coleman, the white cat, sadly passed away on May 6, 2007, at either 20 or 21 years old.
*** Note: Casper, the black cat, sadly passed away on July 10, 2008 at 19 years old.
Coleman is the white cat, Casper the black cat. These are two of the lovliest creatures that God ever put on this earth....
Coleman adopted me November 28, 1987. I went to the ASPCA in Manhattan, confronted several cages full of young cats, and asked "which one of you wants to come to Brooklyn?" Coleman was the only one to yell "ME", and practically jump out of the cage. The worker there pleaded with me to have patience, saying that Coleman would require "months of adjustment". Well, we got home, Coleman toured the apartment for FIVE MINUTES, then plopped into my lap and fell asleep. Such a huge period of adjustment!!!!!
- Coleman's hobbies are eating, sleeping, and staying beautiful. She is very fussy about her looks. When I come home from work, she will not get off the bed or sofa to greet me UNTIL she thoroughly cleans herself... Her favorite food is tuna. Another hobby of Coleman's is sleeping on my stomach when opportunity presents itself.
Casper is the black cat. I got Casper on July 1, 1989, in a picnic basket. She is very afraid of strangers. When I got her, she hid under the bed for 2 weeks. However, Coleman quickly took her under guidence, and the two of them love each other. Casper is very loving once she has seen you a few times.
Casper's great attribute is EXTREME intelligence. She talks to people on the telephone, and actually has a vocabulary. She can say "NO", she can whine, and she can say "YEAH". She LOVES talking. Talks to me, talks to the phone, talks to the birds outside.... Another great hobby is her athletics. Possessed with long legs, she can jump to my ceiling with ease, and can regularly be found up in closets, on the wall unit, and other high places.
Another trait of Casper's is extreme good health. She has not been sick in all the time since I got her. In fact, she came out of the spaying operation totally wide-eyed, as if nothing happened. The vet told me to stop her from jumping around for a few days. Fat chance! As soon as she got home, this athlete was on the move!
Coleman was named after the great jazz saxophonist, Coleman Hawkins. Casper was named after the ghost, of course, since she used to hide from people.
Together, these cats have been a major source of love in my family. Everyone who meets these two loves them, even people who aren't even interested in cats. They put the lie to the tale that cats are not loving, sensitive animals.