The work cats. My lifestyle doesn't allow me to have my own and I've become very attached to them. They came from an animal rescue shelter, they were the most skitish animals in the place and my client thought they had mental health problems like her. Over time in the home they have become the most tolerant, friendly animals you could have ever wish for. Outside they are slowly devastating the local wildlife population. They are named after the Smiths. Which probably says something. I appear to have become their key workers.
This is Morrisey aka Moz. Lean ass killing machine who the local rabbit population fear. Rebels against us feeding him dry food by killing them almost daily. Got a stoat the other day, but I'm putting this more down to stupidity. Lets me pick him up like a baby with all his paws in the air and purrs deeply. Follows me round the house.
This is Marr (aka Bear). Bigger and stronger then his bro, but yet the more placid one. Due to his more aloof nature we put him down as the biggest killer initially, but I think he mostly just shares in the spoils. Harder to build the trust of, but now the home is more settled he regularly distracts me from my paperwork by trying to climb on my shoulders whilst I'm in the office, yet cant sit still on my lap.