One of the things I love about where I live is the cats I share living space with. Here they are:
They are brothers from the same litter, and a truly bonded pair. Let me tell you about each of them:
Rebo, AKA Bully, Rebolocity (when he’s moving fast), Viceroy, Rebolicious, Princess, Rebopotamus
Rebo is the alpha of the pair. He’s a big brute, long and heavy. He loves to sleep with Roy, tucked up against Roy’s side or leaning on his hip.
He loves to be brushed and begs to be petted. He loves to play with the feather toy on the bed with me. I love making him do doughnuts and big leaps in the air.
He hates it when we both go out of the house; it makes him anxious, and he expresses his displeasure in no uncertain terms by yelling and whining.
He’s a physicist, always trying to figure out how things work, which includes trying desperately to get out the sliding door on the side of the house. He’s figured out how to open that screen door, and managed to let his brother get out for most of day and night one time.
He loves to bully his little brother, chasing him out of the prime sunny spots, or just chasing him for no reason other than to assert his authority.
He can be a royal pain, but he’s really a sweetie at heart. He’s totally won my heart.
Zooty, AKA Zoomy (when he’s moving fast), Trip Hazard, Murderbutton, Murder Mittens
Zooty is the more obviously sweet cat of the pair. He’s dainty and gentle, unless you’re a catnip mouse. He always rubs against my leg in the morning to say hi. He’s a little shyer and a little quieter, unless he thinks there’s cat nip coming or if he wants to go outside, then he can yell pretty loud. (He can whine all he wants about going outside – the boys are indoor cats, and will stay that way.)
He loves to sleep on Roy’s chest, and will purr himself senseless and drooling doing that. He considers me an adequate substitute for that sleeping behavior when Roy is not here.
He’s a hunter. He loves to chase toys around the house, and can keep himself occupied for a long time with a mouse toy, tossing it in the air, and chasing it down the hall. He’s constantly on the lookout for things outside to hunt: birds, bugs, the neighborhood dogs as they pass by being walked.
He loves to sleep on my bed in my office, curling up on the cat quilt.
Roy carries him around the house sometimes, and he’ll even let me carry him once in a while, for a very short time.
They bring such joy to my life. The two of them make this house a wonderful place to live, and I’m grateful for them every day, even when I’m dodging tumbleweeds of cat hair and trying not to trip over a fast-moving feline body.
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