BadKat is reacquainting herself with 43Things.
Yeah. You read that right. Named by none other than Moppet herself.
We got Stinker first. Tiny little white thing with a grey patch on the top of his head. Kind of like a bad kitty comb-over. Pure, clean pink paw pads and nose and little butt. Lovey little guy who has some kind of purr impediment which causes him to drool when he’s getting some loving. Gross. And distinctly his trait.
We went on a holiday for a week shortly after getting him. When we got home the folks who were caring for him and visiting him a few times each day told us how lonely he seemed. Moppet and I frequently travelled back and forth from our home to my home city on weekends. We couldn’t have little Stinker lonely!
The day after we got home from vacation we went to the pet store and got George. Black long haired mess. I asked the clerk for one who would be good with kids. She picked him. We couldn’t be happier about her choice.
I suspect he has ragdoll cat in his lineage somewhere. You can, to this day, hold him upside down and he will hang there limply. He was a mess when we got him. Icky, dirty, ungroomed. We gave him a bath to clean the pet store off of him. We showed him to Stinker and told him “We got this cat for you. He’s your cat. Take good care of him.” And he did. And he still does.
They are polar opposites, those two boys. Stinker is fastidious. He will miaow at the basement steps if he thinks his litter box is unfit for his use (and he likes frequent changes). George will use his box under any circumstance (I usually change it with every second Stinker box change). George is a slob. It is a rarity to see him grooming himself. Usually, if you catch him doing so it is because he somehow managed to get something tasty on his fur. If not for Stinker George would never be clean. Black hairballs in this house come from Stinker – never George.
They are entirely loving with one another. Stinker adores George and George will lay with him – the two of them wrapped up in each other’s arms making a yin/yang – until I climb into bed. George adores me. He adores me so much lately that I will wake several times through the night to find him ‘making pie’ – on my belly if I am on my back or on my cheek if I am on my side.
George is a trouble maker. Stinker is his lookout. George figured out how to open the freezer door on the fridge one weekend while I was away. Stinker helped him to consume the goodies (I know this because I have subsequently seen George try to open the freezer door – which is now safely latched with a child safety latch).
They are funny and loving critters who never cease to keep us amused. There are a million stories of George and Stink. You have heard only half of one.
