Allow me to introduce the rest of the family. On the left is Victor and on the right is Beckett. Both of these guys were adopted as 'old' kittens from the local no-kill animal shelter. When we got them they were already named and they seemed confused enough with the transition so we didn't have the heart to rename them.
Victor is by far the most affectionate cat I have ever had. He follows me about. If ever I hop into the bed for a nap he hops right up there as well, curls up in my arm, and naps with me until I fall asleep. Once I am snoring he is off doing his dastardly cat things (i.e. eating the plants and barfing partially digested plant matter up all over the carpet).
Young Beckett thinks he is a dog. He chases balls, he will fetch them, and then chase after them again. When we first got him he was quite standoffish, now he gets in these moods where he wants demands attention. He will come up to you, butt your leg with his head, and let out a blood curdling cry. This means: pick me up you big dope, I need a hug. Whilst in your arms he likes to be rubbed. He will purr and most unfortunately, drool all over you. I guess it isn't any different than babies spitting up on your shirt.
These guys are not related yet they seem to enjoy one another's company.
No, this isn't the case of weird cat guy imposing human emotions on felines, they really do seem to enjoy being around one another. There is a sense of comfort there.
You wouldn't know it from the pic below:
However, not long after they both shifted and this was the result:
Actually, it would appear that Beckett has shifted and Victor is tolerating him.
Of the two, Beckett is far more adventuresome.
Here he is helping me make ice cream. I have separated the eggs to use the egg yolks to make the custard base. What is he doing? Sniffing at the egg whites. I was going to make meringues with the egg whites however he ate them all. 5!!!!
I think I spoke too soon:
Mr. Victor has commandeered my cereal and is slurping the milk. Who allows such bad behaviour to flourish? Apparently it is me because I'm too busy taking a picture to admonish them!
When I was growing up I had a dog. There was a cat in the household but she liked no one but my sister (ironically Rose is now allergic to cats - perhaps it is Tigger channeling her displeasure from the beyond whenever Rose is friendly to other felines.) I was convinced that when I grew up (the latest data suggests that this will transpire on June 14, 2024) I would have a dog. I don't see it happening - we are away so much, it is one thing to leave a cat for a period and have a friend to pop in to feed them and scoop their box. Dogs would never survive such treatment. Cats LOVE it. Perhaps when I retire I can consider having a dog but for now these guys rule the roost!
Am glad to see that you have willingly submitted yourself to not one but two cats.
As my mom always told me - they are not our pets, we are their servants...
Both cats are gorgeous and in that last shot I especially love the colouring on Beckett.
Posted by: Robert | June 22, 2007 at 05:05 AM
They are interesting characters. They are convinced that this is THEIR house and we are just here to care for them and provide for them.
Posted by: Jerry | June 22, 2007 at 05:47 AM
it's a cat's meow (woops world)! Where's Remy?
Posted by: Rose | June 22, 2007 at 11:59 AM
Now Rose, why would you go and ruin things by mentioning the name of that beast? Remy is safely home at mom's house where she belongs!
Did I tell you what happened a few weeks ago? Mom was over for dinner and we were sitting outside (about 8:30) getting ready to enjoy tea and dessert. Mom suddenly realized that she had left Remy out in the garden before she came over - this 'household' cat had been outside on her own for more than 9 hours! ARGH
Mom broke some speed limits getting home I bet!
Posted by: Jerry | June 24, 2007 at 11:43 AM