Adopted April 2015
Update: March 2016
It
is difficult to believe! Our twins are now three years
young. It has been an interesting time. They have developed
their own personalities. Mikey, whom we renamed Raphael, or Raffi
informally, we identify by his broader tail and less pointed ears.
Gabriel, called Gabby has pointed ears and tail.
They are priceless! Gabby
is Daddy's boy and when Daddy isn't sitting in his chair, we all
know! He tells us. If I am sitting and Don is out, he
indignantly surveys the chair and then condescends to sit, refusing to
move when his master comes home. Master? -- He moves to the couch
until he is forgiven.
Raffi, formerly known as Jordon,
has not let us hold him (yet). He waits for us to enter our
bedroom and then he purrs his heart out, allowing us to scratch anywhere
we like.
Their names were changed because we have a Mikey and a Jordon in our family already (people, not cats?)
We
had a hard time with cat food. The cans purchased from the vet
were too large and the princes refused to eat day-old food. After
trying many ways to fool them we searched for small cans that were
healthy(hopefully) Gabby will eat all his and wait for Raffi to move his head, then he goes for Raffi's.
We
bought a climbing apparatus for the cats for MY Birthday. They
love it. I hear that their Dad has been known to put Raffi's food
in front of him there, to be sure he eats. (Please don't tell that I fed him in the front hall!) We don't want to spoil him, we just don't want Gabby to end up a butterball.
I
may have mentioned that our living room is now their toy room.
They are insistent that we play with them every day. They like
toys on sticks with a long string, to be sure that we are still on the
other end.
WE are found in the TV room most evenings, watching something.
They both end up here waiting for us to go up to bed. Their
favourite sleeping boxes are there. They consist of a large cola carton,
the type you buy at Costco. This is inserted into a grocery bag (ours
are from Sobey's) We cut off the handles so they can't get their
necks caught. T here they sleep till they hear the TV go off and up they
get, waiting for us to ascend.
They
love to talk. If I go up for a nap, I will hear a quiet little
Meow, more a chirp. I respond in kind and over a 2 minute period we talk
to each other until one has found his way up, the other follows close behind. It sounds like, "are you up there? Yes. OK I'll be right up!"
Our latest adventure was with Raffi. Their litter box is in the
mud room, which exits to our garage. The door closes very quickly
so we try to keep it from slamming by putting a foot in the way. Raffi
timed it just right and scurried out into the garage. With 2 cars
and many boxes, a great deal of fun could be had. To teach him a
lesson, his dad left him out there. Didn't learn. By bedtime
he was still hiding under the car and had to be "rescued" Then today
our son-in-law went out and---quick as a flash, out went Raffi again, this time hiding under the other car way in the corner! I don't know what we will do tomorrow!!!
Juanita