Bad boys get all the press. And so to counter this I'm devoting this entire entry to Rufus. Let us sing his praises. He doesn't eat plastic. He walks obediently at the Big Cat's heel - quite dog-like actually - I could enter him in the dog show in New York and he'd easily mop the floor with those mutts. Rufus is also patient, he will lie in my lap through endless horrible Leaf and Raptor losses and the the terrible groaning and screaming from the Big Cat does not faze him one bit. He sleeps through it all blissfully.
Rufus maintains a remarkable standard of cleanliness. Unlike his brother, whose fur makes him a kind of four-legged Swiffer and is often covered in dust bunnies and other foreign objects. Rufus snickers at this. In fairness, he also benefits greatly from being the Alpha cat in the house. This means that Rooney licks his head to show his subservience - that's double the cleaning power.
Easier to stay perfectly groomed. Rufus is also a tremendously talented drummer pounding his paws in a wide variety of tasty riffs on 1) The glass on the back door to frighten squirrels away from the bird feeder 2) any glass shower door - he's still mad about being trapped in the shower 2 weeks ago. He's also very good at ducking, which is a vital skill if you live with an insane brother who's constantly planning sneak attacks. Quite noble, all in all. Long live the ginger cat! xxx dad
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