Our cats are brothers.  They are Himalayan cats, same mother and father, but from two different litters.  They are indoor cats.  Isolde ("Baby") on the left is 4 months younger than Tristan ("Tristie") on the right.  Baby is a Blue-point Himalayan and Tristie is a Seal-point.  Himalayans are a mixture of Persian and Siamese.

Isolde is very playful.  Even though both cats are 16 years old (2003) they still play quite a bit with strings and other toys.  They used to jump up on top of kitchen counters, cabinets, etc.  Now they have slowed down a lot.  Going up the steps for Tristie is quite a chore, I often carry him up myself to spare him the trouble.

Tristie has eyes of slightly different color.  His right eye is browner than the left eye which is blue.  He is the more balanced of the two, loves to play with guests and does not run to hide like Baby does.  Both cats run away if we have company with children.

Isolde loves to "smell" the air coming out of the vents when the A/C or heating in the house is on.  He also loves to sit on every chair in the house.  He sheds a lot of his long white hairs, and we can find them in and on everything around us.

UPDATE: On Tuesday, May 6, 2003, sometime between 1 AM and 7 AM Tristie passed away.  He died in his sleep peacefully like he lived all of his life.  For days after that, Isolde would wail, howl and cry, in the most eerie and sad way, calling for his brother whom he has known for the past sixteen years.  It was Isolde who led me to the place where Tristie died.  He would look back at me and walk forward begging me to follow him.  I did, and he led me to Tristie's body which was still a little warm at 7 AM.  Tristie is buried in the ground near our home, not far from my wife's dogwood tree.  There we could see his resting place anytime by looking out from our living room window.

UPDATE #2: On Wednesday, November 24, 2005, one day before Thanksgiving day, Isolde died.  By that time we had moved to California.  Isolde (also known as Baby,) became very frail and lost most of his weight.  Amazingly, he could still jump over the gate to the pet room.  He had a great time the last days of his life.  He would go out and drink water from a container we put for him.  Also, two ducks would come and keep him company.  The ducks would eat figs and other food collected from the grass, he would mostly avoid them but kept them close, he wanted their company.  The male duck was very protective of his mate and kept Isolde at a safe distance.  We buried Isolde in the back of our house where we could see his grave between a lemon tree and an apple tree.  I am sure he is back with his brother happy as before they both died...

Please feel free to send me, Fawzi Emad, any corrections, observations, comments or questions.  Thank you!  (The tail feather on the left is from Koko, our Blue-Front Amazon Parrot.)