We had a number of cats after Brat-Brat but I never bonded with any of them until I was 23 when I got Moony and Crookshanks. They were pure white twin brothers; the only difference being them was their eyes. Moony's were blue and Crookshanks were gold. They were only a week old when I first got them so they went every where with me and slept on the bed with me as well. When they were old enough to get down and explore they didn't go far however, as they got older they went farther.
One day I was lying on the couch reading when I noticed the two of them sitting in the middle of the floor staring at the recliner. I couldn't see anything but obviously they could. Suddenly both cats yowled in fright and raced to me and up into my lap. I calmed them down and after a bit they wandered off. I was feeling real blue because I had just gotten the news a friend of mine was killed in Iraq. As I lay on the couch trying not to cry I felt Brat-Brat climb up on me. Just as she curled up around my neck. Moony and Crookshanks came bouncing over the arm of the couch at my feet.
They stopped mid bounce and stared at me. I felt Brat-Brats purr change to a growl, felt her weight move and suddenly Moony toppled to the floor as if he'd been swatted of the couch. There was a loud growling hiss and both the cats tore off out of the room howling as if their tails were on fire.
My grandma heard the noise all the way upstairs. When she came down to see what was wrong I told her "it's just Brat-Brat letting the boys know she's in charge".
I lost Moony and Crookshanks about a month ago. They died a week apart. Crookshanks was hit by a car and Moony missed his brother so much he followed him. I believe they are still with me too but that's another story.