Over the years, Heidi and I have had a lot of cats between us. A casual reckoning sets the number somewhere around 20, and as such, we consider ourselves experienced cat people. Even so, the two we have right now, Tibby and Milo, are such non-conformists that they continue to surprise us.
For example, where other cats we have had have ignored most toys, tunnels, scratching posts, and other cat paraphernalia, these two love anything we ever get that was meant for cats, including the outdoor stroller that I got for my birthday a couple of years ago. Whenever it is out, they use it as an extra place to hang out, presumably waiting for a stroll.
And Tibby loves water. She stalks the drips in the shower stall and even got in the tub and waded through Heidi's bath once. And both she and Milo love the fireplace. The scrunch of the newspaper and clatter of kindling has them come on the run, and even the most crackly of logs cannot scare them from their spot on the hearth, in fact that's where Tibby is right now.
Milo, on the other hand, is haunting the kitchen at the moment, hoping that one of us will put food in his bowl so that he can turn his nose up at it, the skinniest Maine Coon in the world.
Even though they are not litter mates, something there was that bonded the two of them before they came to us as kittens, and they clearly love each other. They cuddle and chirp and wrestle and play, quite content to spend their days together. It's just gravy if we happen to be home, too.
For example, where other cats we have had have ignored most toys, tunnels, scratching posts, and other cat paraphernalia, these two love anything we ever get that was meant for cats, including the outdoor stroller that I got for my birthday a couple of years ago. Whenever it is out, they use it as an extra place to hang out, presumably waiting for a stroll.
And Tibby loves water. She stalks the drips in the shower stall and even got in the tub and waded through Heidi's bath once. And both she and Milo love the fireplace. The scrunch of the newspaper and clatter of kindling has them come on the run, and even the most crackly of logs cannot scare them from their spot on the hearth, in fact that's where Tibby is right now.
Milo, on the other hand, is haunting the kitchen at the moment, hoping that one of us will put food in his bowl so that he can turn his nose up at it, the skinniest Maine Coon in the world.
Even though they are not litter mates, something there was that bonded the two of them before they came to us as kittens, and they clearly love each other. They cuddle and chirp and wrestle and play, quite content to spend their days together. It's just gravy if we happen to be home, too.
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