The Boys

Ash and Thorne learned to play and explore slower than little Rowan, but once they began they never stopped. While Ash still fears the garbage truck, other loud noises and anyone that isn't me, he is content with his lot in life. Thorne eventually went to live with a friend of a friend whose cat was getting older and would soon face a similar loss as myself. But he is now a very happy, outgoing boy, they both grew up to be quite large, the vet suspected there might have been some Maine Coon heritage. Ash lost most of the look as he grew but Throne still has that regal bearing to him. Thorne was a tough nut to crack, but just before he left for his new home he rewarded my with his first demand for attention, his first purr and his first nap in my arms. I don't get to see him very often and he doesn't really remember me, but he's good. He lost his older companion and gained a new one, a little female who bosses him around much like Rowan does Ash.