She's a loud, shedding ball of of orange fur. He wears dark pants to work and doesn't like to be woken up in predawn hours by meowing. She wants to sleep on the quilt, he wants to sleep under it. Neither is willing to share.
He gave her to me as a gift, and has regretted it ever since. When he stopped traveling for work and lived with us full time, she developed an attitude.
She's gotten an over the top, expensive bladder issue. He is not amused.
She needs to get better, fast. There is minimal patience (his and mine) for urine soaked bath mats, or changing pads, or laundry. The 4:15 a.m. wake-up meow is wearing thin. The frequent, expensive trips to the vet is blowing our already stretched budget.
But here is the problem, she is her best pal. She gets told secrets, gets hugs and kisses, is endlessly fun, and has become infinitely patient with her. She is missed while we are on vacation and is told ni-night each day. She is looked for each morning and after each nap, and is allowed to share her favorite things.
They are sorta BFF - maybe because they understand each others' inability to exercise bladder control?