The boys are in training. I'm getting them ready for the outside world. First, they need to bulk up. Weed still outweighs them by
20 pounds easy. The fur-brains are now constantly hungry, so weight gain should be no problem. I now give them hard food (cat chow) in the morning. And soft food where I arrive at night. But even as they effortlessly devour this they swarm me for more.
Feed us! Feed us! Big Cat, we are hungry!! Size I can help them with. But what about street smarts? Cars. Dogs. Hell, coyotes! It's a
dog eat dog world out there. And when the dogs aren't eating each other they eat small cats like the boys. I need to train them in
tree climbing and like-minded survival skills. Yet the Big Cat was never much at climbing - I failed climbing the rope in gym as
my mother painfully reminded me the other day. Maybe instinct will take over. After all I never taught them to meow - some things just come naturally to cats. One thing I don't need to concern myself with is the sharpness of their claws. They've been keeping them oh- so pointy and perfect at the expense of every chair in Casa Big Cat including both leather recliners. Thanks, boys keep up the good work, remember you're in training now. xxx dad
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