The gray one is Joffery and the Black one is Alvin.
Now, it kinda freaked me out when I first saw Alvin's picture cuz he looks JUST like my Alvin that I lost.
Here is their story in her own words :
I think Joffrey learned a lot about "having fun" before I gave him the big snip-snip. His favorite way to greet other cats, male or female, is to mount them.
He is a master cuddler, though, and actually quite emotionally needy. When I'm home, he must be in the same room as me, preferably with some manner of body part touching me. But get too sweet-n-pretty...forget it. A good cuddling session has got to end with gnawing, swatting, attacking. It kind of reminds me of teenage boys who express their affection by wrestling.
I got Alvin (all black, Siamese bod) to keep Joffrey company, when I realized how relational he was. Alvin was saved from certain death in an alley int he inner-city. He was a four-month-old scrawny kitten with big scared eyes.
Joffrey's first act of kindness toward Alvin was, of course, to mount him. Alvin then hid in the bathtub for the next two months, when he wasn't cuddling under the covers with me.
For the longest time, Alvin was so love-starved that he would start to hyperventilate whenever I petted him, and would eventually run away, the experience was so overwhelming. Now, though, he can manage to relax for about 15 minutes or so. None of the self-entitlement that Joffrey's got, but he's able to enjoy it a little, at least. He also has HUGE paws, and likes to knead with them.
Alvin is not violent by nature, but his early years on the streets have served him well. When Joffrey picks a fight (or asks for one, by mounting), Alvin will reluctantly go along, and usually wins. He normally does not talk at all, but when he wins a fight, he struts through the apartment announcing his victory in that marvelous Siamese drawl (I cracked up the first time I realized what he was doing. I mean, that cat never speaks, otherwise).
