the kitten chronicles - part 113

Chicks love bad boys. It's the only plausible reason why Bee favours Rooney over Rufus. Rooney (the black and white cat to infrequent readers) is the bad boy of the Casa Big Cat. He walks with a unmistable swagger and repeatedly finds himself in trouble with his leader (me). This morning ironing my shirt was slowed by a certain black and white fur-face puncturing my shirt with his claws. Like a hockey player who moves in the faceoff circle, I ejected him from the room. This is the second day in a row he's been kicked out for this infraction. Does he care? Not one iota. He loves his bad boy persona. He's always the first to jump head first into the fridge (Bee kept both boys in the fridge with the door closed for a full very-chilly 5 minutes the other night to teach them a lesson) and the first to jump in the sink when the water runs. He also withholds his affections preferring to lie about a foot away from you - near - but on his own bad boy terms. There is appeal to this act I have to admit. He's the furry Elvis of the house. He even has the curled upper lip thing going I swear. He's bad, he knows it. What makes it work at Casa Big Cat is the kitty yin yang of it - together there is balance. However, if Rufus ever goes bad on me all bets are off. xxx dad