I have four cats but this is about the younger two. (Don’t be judgmental! Everyone should have multiple cats!)
Somehow the planets aligned and I ended up with two one-eyed gray cats. They are not identical. They differ in age, weight, background and size. They are missing the opposite eyes. They also differ in a different way.
Both came the same way. Morgan was turned into a shelter as a stray with a severe eye infection and Gracie was in a hoarding situation.
I saw Morgan while dropping off stuff at the local shelter. I thought she was old and special needs. Who would adopt her? A tearful story to beloved husband and she was calling us “her staff.”
Gracie’s picture was in the paper. It was a sad picture of a small cat that looked so similar to Morgan. The beloved husband pointed it out to me and the rest is history.
Both came to live with us within 2 to 4 weeks of their eye removal surgery. However, they are so different.
From day 1 Morgan did not seem to know she was missing an eye. We have cautioned visitors not to mention it to her. Best if she didn’t know. She can jump up on the fireplace mantle (where she isn’t allowed) and the window counter (where she is). She loves the top of the cat tree (6 foot up) and can jump clear up to the top of a chest-on-chest dresser (very high). She can be blindsided but hears you before she sees you.
Gracie is different. She doesn’t jump higher than a chair seat and her food dish (that’s about 26 inches). She won’t jump onto the counter and does not appear to like the cat tree at all, even the lower levels. She often misjudges and runs into a doorway or trips on the steps. It may be a depth perception issue. I don’t know how to help her. It’s been about two months since she lost her eye. She may need more time or it may have been her dominant eye (is there such a thing?). Still, she’s a happy, social cat and is unaffected by all this.
What they have in common is that they are people cats. They do not hide from visitors. Ok, the sound of the super loud doorbell may make them run (their peeps can’t hear it from the back porch unless it’s really loud!) but they come out quickly. They like people more than their peeps do.
Gracie seemed to respond to her name almost instantly. A conversation with one of the rescue folks revealed that her former owners called her Gray (because she was gray). Gray, Gracie…sounds enough alike.
Morgan took months to figure out her name. Fortunately she came out in response to any words including the ones you use when you hammer your thumb. I’m pretty sure she thought her name was “Ohshit” or “Goshdarnit” for a long time.
We have no idea how old Gracie is. There are different accounts but she’s very small (7 lbs.) and very active. She and Morgan have become good buddies. They like a good chase and each one gives as good as they get. There is no physical conflict. No ear bites or tail pulling. (Remember Mom always said it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. They must have heard her.)
I’ve had cats that didn’t like each other. It’s not fun. I am blessed to have four who not only tolerate each other but seem to enjoy the companionship. I know who the lucky one is.