I have three cats and two of them are quite young, while the other is quite aloof. The two young ones are tornadoes on four feet. They dash at warp speed from one end of the house to the other, slamming into walls, windows, doors, and each other. They knock furniture over, and then just shake their heads to clear the cob-webs and hit the road again. They conk their noggins on so many surfaces that they are starting to get flat-headed, a condition that usually affects the feet.
One of the cats, a red-head named Sunny, likes to chase his tail for sport, but there is no average sport for him, no sir. He likes extreme sports or none at all. He will only chase his tail when he’s balanced on a narrow ledge, chair back, or the rim of the bathtub when it is filled with water. Did you know that cats can walk on water? Sunny has a lot of allergies, which make his eyes run and stuff up his nose so he has to breathe with his mouth open. His worst allergy of all is to the word, “no.”
Spaz on the other hand earned his name while still waiting to be adopted. He and Sunny were at the Veterinarian’s office, living in a little cage in the corner. One day, the receptionist let them out to play, and Spaz walked across her keyboard spelling out the letters, “SPZ” on the screen. He’s been Spazzy ever since. He’s the only cat I have ever seen that actually drools when he’s happy. He’s happiest when curling up in my arms, and squirming like a furry worm. I’m covered in cat spit almost continuously. Remember that if we ever meet and you want to shake my hand.
These two cats and the third, older, wiser, yet still young cat, are the joy of our lives, and the bane of our feet. I can barely take a step without falling over after being unseated by the combined breeze of two (and sometimes three) cats all barreling through under my feet. This cascade of cats usually lasts for a very short time, and then they each vanish to sleep it off in different rooms.
Once they get rested up again, watch out! That’s when the pent-up feline energy re-awakens and the house is once again in danger of destruction. But I actually prefer that to the occasions when all the cats are quiet, because that usually means they are finding new ways to get into trouble. It was during one of those times that Sunny nearly fell through the ceiling tiles in the basement because he was trying to lug an eleven pound cat on a surface that is only held up by a little fiber rim.
Both cats are good mousers, though they really hate it when their toys up and die on them. That’s why they’re so careful with the mice they catch. They make sure they only wound them so the mice can crawl away and die later….in the woodwork.
