We're one month into living together, and everything is going suspiciously well. No, really. They're eating well, and after a brief bout of hair-induced coonstipation they're both quite healthy in the innard department. (Apparently their previous owner never brushed them, and of course they didn't get much grooming at the shelter, so I'm slowly getting them used to it. Ruby loves being brushed -- she starts purring and licking me -- but Buford is taking a little longer to get used to the notion. Still, every little bit helps.) They play together, and they eat off the same plate and generally get along.
It's interesting, but in some ways their personalities have switched from when I first met them. At the shelter, Ruby was the one who craved contact and Buford was content to say hi to me, and then explore the room. Now? As I've mentioned, Buford is a complete attention whore. It's hard for me to sit down without an orange blur zooming into my lap after a few minutes. I've gotten pretty good at typing around him. Ruby, though, has been demanding her personal space. She likes to be near me, but usually at arm's length -- she'll tolerate a few strokes and then she'll politely dodge my hand and move away. But I've noticed that she's most affectionate at two times: when she's just woken up, or when she thinks I'm asleep. If I go to her when she's asleep and start petting her, she'll purr and stretch and present her chin for a good rub. And as I mentioned, she loves being brushed. She also likes sitting near me when I read in bed, but she won't get any closer than my feet. As soon as I turn out the light, though, she'll wait until I stop moving and then she'll edge closer. This morning I woke up at about 4 o'clock; Bufe was curled up at my left shoulder, and Ruby was cuddled into my right side. So I started rubbing her ears, and she was purring and kneading and scooting closer... then I think she realized, "Oh, crap, she's awake!" She got up and went back to the foot of the bed, washing herself and occasionally glancing at me as if to say, "You were dreaming. It never happened." But since the first rule of cats is, "The cat always controls the relationship," I'll let her set the pace.