I thought I would throw it back today, and share a few photos from the days before Wylla, when dear Drewey ruled the roost.
Drewey was around 13 and very used to being an only cat when wee Bean moved in. Bean tried very hard to be her friend, but Drewey had very little patience for her kitten antics and did her best to ignore the situation.
As Bean became less kittenish, a mutual respect developed, they learned to coexist, and we lived without tension. At times they even seemed to bond a bit - usually over a shared meal.
Charlene and Drewey didn't have a friendship quite like Charlene and Wylla have, but they were sisters, and on some level, there was love there.