The black one with one ear just showed up. We found the patch-work, white-with-a-touch-of-brown "rag-doll" at a local shelter. Polar opposites? Salt & pepper? Not at all as you can see from the picture. The black one is the matriarch -- the elder. The white one is her pesky little brother, sometimes driving her to distraction. They love each other. Brother and sister -- an occasional tiff -- but mostly love.
Constantly playing, they stampede through the house and wrestle in the bathtub, and are often by our human sides, giving love and empathy with no strings attached. They're both gentler than anything. They take care of each other and they take care of us, their humans.
"My, my; how complicated and difficult human life is," I think. Just then, the cat or both cats jump to my side, rubbing me with love and/or sitting in my lap... Or they pull such inane, impossible, cartoon-like stunts -- defying gravity and other laws of physics as only cats can do -- and make me realize what crap it is I'm worrying about.
My cats live in the moment. Every moment. Each can sit motionless in a window watching the outdoors for hours, constantly curious, enjoying all.
They are my teachers. I can only strive to achieve their level of awareness, peace, love, and detachment.