I thought it was time to do a featured article on my fuzz balls. This is their birthday month and I thought I would be appropriate. For those who don't know, I have two cats. I refer to them as my fuzzies, kitties, and as boy cat and girl cat. When I first got them I wanted them I wanted them to have cleaver names because they are brother and sister and look very much alike. The friends I got them from wanted me to call them Hansel and Gretel. Yeah, I don't think so. You need to do the name yelling test. If your pet gets lost, you need to call it. If you feel silly yelling it, it's not the name for you pet. If you get stuck,
this helpful website may be for you. I should have checked it out when I got these two. As it is, I decided to call my boy cat Sparky after a friends nickname, and my girl cat Dory after the fish in Finding Nemo. That being said, because they are cats, names are much a formality because they choose when to pay attention to you anyway.
My kitties are 3 years old this month. I don't know their actual birthday because I adopted them from a friends family and didn't get the exact date. I got them in the end of August right after they had been weened so that's roughly 6-8 weeks. I just pick a day during the month and go buy them a new toy, give them some treats, and say Happy Birthday. I am sure this thoroughly confuses them because they have no idea what a birthday is.
Sparky
Now through the past 3 years they have had 9 homes, temporary and otherwise. Plus the random night at Scott's place and Rob's place. We bonded during the drive from NY to VA when they were tiny and then again from VA to GA when they were big. The drive when they were tiny was much better. Dory meowed for about 3-4 hours of the 10 hour trip to GA.
Dory
The guys I used to work with would also give me a hard time about my kitties. If you will notice how big they are in that first photo. I was moving a lot when I first got them and I wanted to make sure I knew where they were. Well, conveniently, the pet store sells collars with bells on them. I was told this was cruel and unusual, and so, for my birthday they purchased a bell for me to wear on my lanyard. Fair enough, but my kitties got bigger and they no longer needed collars, although I should mention this train of thought was promoted by their teasing. I was also told I should buy my kitties, roller skates for 32 wheels of speed! Scott just thought it would be funny to watch them. Oie... boys....
They have also destroyed their fair share of things. I used to put them in the bathroom at night when they were kittens because they didn't know night time = mommy's sleep time and would try to play with me all night eating my hair and what not. While they were in there, they ate a toothbrush, clawed at the towels and chewed on stuff. They have broken my favorite snow globe, shredded my furniture, continue to eat my plants, and have chewed through a phone charger. I have had many wounds from their claws and I sure more will follow.
Even after all that, they have the best company I could ask for. Yes they are still obnoxious and in fact tried to help me type this entry, one in the lap and one on the top on the keyboard in front of the monitor, but they are cute which gets them out of a lot of trouble. Not only that, but they are so well behaved with people I can tell people it's ok to pet them and no, they won't bite. As far as my cats are concerned more people in the house means more hands that can pet them. Although Mike P. keeps hoping my cats will take on the leading roles for Attack Cats. I think he finally got a preview last night while they were playing. Maybe someday he will get his wish, until then, they are going to sleep a lot and be the typical house cat.
Sparky loves his new bed. It's true what they say about the third time being a charm. It's the third bed I have purchased for him and I think he finally likes this one. Hooray!
