Facts about my cats

- they’re two

- Tyson, he’s older

- Ashe, she’s younger

- Tyson likes to runaway then pretend to not be able to get back and I didn’t discover this till I had to go to the neighbor house only for that fucker to return home and stand in front of the door and meow like we locked him out

- Ashe only likes me and idk why but she fears everyone but me

- Tyson wakes me up by biting me and licking my hair

- Ashe likes to suffocate me by sitting on my chest 

- Tyson refuse to get brushed so I have to die every time I brush him (it’s probably cause his old owners didn’t brush him)

- Ashe likes being brushed and she grooms herself and purr during it (it’s probably cause I had her since she was 2 months old and she got used to brushing)

- Tyson’s fur gets easily matted 

- Ashes fur is never matted 

- Tyson takes the role of the boss cat 

- Ashe takes the role of the annoying little sister 

- I both love and hate them