the kitten chronicles - 103

The Maine Coon is some sort of huge semi-prehistoric cat. It actually exists. A couple of days ago in the paper there was a picture of one over 4-feet in length. Naturally, I showed the picture to the boys to inspire them. Frankly, I think the monster cat terrified them - they both ran out of the room and hid under the wing chair in the living room. This does not bode well for the boys going outside to the very scary real world. Out there looms Weed,(the neighborhood Tom) not nearly as imposing as the Maine Coon, but still twice the size of my teenage boy cats. I'm thinking I must change the kitten chow to real adult cat food in an attempt to "pump them up" as Hans and Franz used to say on SNL. The fur-faces are girly-man cats right now despite their in-house swagger. Plus, they're far too friendly- they purr at everything. This morning they both jumped in the laundry room sinks and this made them purr like crazy. Would an enormous Maine Coon cat do this? I don't think so. The Main Coon would shred the laundry and force people to stand on the dryer shaking with fear until someone with a tazor came to rescue them. Maybe I should send the boys to training camp in Maine this summer. Just a thought. xxx dad