blamebrampton | Brain of sago = time for cat post

Back in December I promised

auntpurl I would blog photos of the cats. Er ... here we are!

For newer friends, the cats are two rescues, Cookie, who was purchased so the house would feel less empty after the Magnificent Min Cat died, and Monster, who was bought to keep Cookie company. Cook was a very skinny wee thing when we got her, having been sitting in the pound growing more and more depressed for five months. She is easily the sweetest cat I have ever known, and ever so genteel.

Here is a photo of her when we first brought her home:

She was fully grown and weighed only just over 2kg. It took her a day to settle in, which she spent hiding the unused chimney and giving me a heart attack (black cats can't be seen on black backgrounds -- who knew?) For the first week she grew in weight and confidence at a huge rate, but whenever we went out, she would be waiting at the door bursting out of her skin with enthusiasm when we came home: 'Where have you been? I've been so bored!' So the next weekend we went to the Cat Protection Society and came back with a kitten to be her friend. We had a complex strategy for introducing them, then Cookie started to groom the kitten through the bars of her cage the moment we put it down. They have loved each other ever since.

Cookie continued to thrive, this is a more recent shot of her:

(She's guarding Mr Brammers from an overdose of Internet Spaceships) Of course, she's more often found looking like this:

In hopes of receiving a good tummy rub. She weighs 5kg now! The kitten was named Monster, and grew into her name, she's the most terrible big lump (over 6kg) but so amiable! She, too spends a lot of time guarding the universe ...

And attempting to join me in my travels ...

Both of them have a passion for tunnels, which means that the living room can sometimes resemble a model of the London Underground. Occasionally there are tunnel wars, which are waged from both within and above the tunnels and can lead to the human members of the house being unable to move due to laughter. By the way, imagine having these whiskers and that facial expression being the first thing you seen of a morning. And it is impossible to eat chicken without her knowing!

The tower is the other contested ground, and there are often races and minor battles for the top, but sometimes they share nicely. It does look as though Cookie is the bigger cat in this shot, but it's all fluff, she's a wee thing underneath!

Monnie is wholly obsessed with water, and wants the tap run in the bath so she can have a drink, indeed, she will sit on the edge of the bath and drink from the bathwater as you bathe in it. Cookie believes this behaviour is uncatlike and miaows plaintively at Monster, presumably encouraging her to be less of a lunatic.

Mon also bolts her kibble on occasion, and it comes back up. She did this the other morning, while I was trying to get ready for work. Cookie went over to look at the pile of semi-digested kibble, looked at the small pile of paper I had nearby ready for the recycling, shuffled an envelope off the pile to cover the vomit and gave me a look of 'Don't worry, I fixed it!'

They are thoroughly lovely wee beasties, even if they often decide their needs for pats and other people's chicken are superior to any other needs of creatures within the household!