the kitten chronicles - part 61

My kittens are growing up. But a different rates. Rufus is now relatively reasonable. You can discuss things with him and he tries very hard to understand the Big Cat's point of view. Like I'll be eating my healthy chicken salad watching The Wire and he'll jump on the back of my chair and very gently put his paw on my shoulder, as if to ask, may I come down and partake of your chicken salad? And I will look into his huge yellow eyes and say firmly, No. Then he jumps down. The other boy not so much. He jumps right into the bowl of chicken salad and wonders why the Big Cat is screaming in horror. In the morning, I open the bedroom door and Rooney rushes past me - any room with a closed door is a big adventure to him. Rufus stands there and waits to be patted and then goes in. Rooney is still very excited by my homemade cat toy - ribbons scotch-taped to a bamboo garden pole and will jump and chase it like a madman (not the advertising variety). If I held the pole over the railing on the 2nd floor and waved it enticingly he would happily leap to his death without looking. Rufus yawns openly at the pathetic pole. The thing the brothers have in common is fur. Oh ya, and they lick themselves between the legs. Eek! xxx dad