The boys run to the door when I bring in the mail or packages because, well, they know something came for them! Many times there will be a letter with an interesting scent, which I have to let them both sniff and absorb till they’re ready to go on to the next piece with a plastic cover, say, or crinkly wrap, if they are especially lucky that day.
Best days, though, are those when a box arrives. A box! You can taste their excitement! And it’s nearly impossible to open the box fast enough to extract something that amazes and entertains them, which is, frankly, anything that comes in a box! Then there is the box itself, which all cat people know is the prize of prizes to all cats. They both try to claim it before the other brother does. Then, curiosity sated, they wander off to other cat business, a bath perhaps, few pieces of cat chow, a drink at the fountain.
The box isn’t forgotten, though, and one or the other sneaks a closer look later when the other brother isn’t around. Yes, and to mark the heck out of it with their scent! “MY box! MINE! BEWARE!”
That brings us to the latest box, now claimed, marked, and occupied by Andy.
Andy’s on guard duty at his new box. Dougy probably will walk by and need to be reminded of Andy’s ownership.
“Was that Dougy I just heard in the guest bedroom?” Andy is vigilant and paranoid!
Poor Andy! It isn’t easy claiming a new box in this household! The box behind Andy is Dougy’s ratty box.
Andy feels a bit sleepy from all the stress of protecting his box. “Where is that dang brother of mine!? I know he wants to take my box…!”
“I know Dougy’s around here someplace!” Andy hasn’t had his blood pressure medicine yet.
In a minute or two Andy will get up and look for his brother, but, for the moment, he continues his guard.
The camera’s put away, but the box business continues. I just heard a scuffle inside the new box, then feet running after other feet. There’s Andy, foot-stomping mad, ears back. Dougy apparently lost the box battle because he just walked by me, tail down, wary of Andy. Andy’s instincts were dead on about his brother’s plans for his box!
In the meantime, Dougy’s hanging out by my foot, rubbing against my leg, while Andy watches from a yard away, ready to pounce the moment I’m not paying attention and Dougy makes a move away from me.
It’s going to be a busy morning!
It is so funny how I claim boxes for our own….it works until I walk elsewhere and here comes the other dudette to sniff about MY box….the nerve!
Curiously enough, my blog for today was supposed to show Andy making use of his new box as a hunting blind. Dougy quickly took over.
These photos are great! Especially the last one, you caught the right moment.
Thanks! One takes 20 photos to get four that more or less pass as adequate, and today was no different. That’s one reason I like digital cameras, and don’t really miss the good old days when I had 36 shots a roll and didn’t want to waste any shots and end up with lots of junk.
It’s so cute how the simplest things amuse them! And they’re so serious about it! Woof!
Yeah, ask Dougy about that! Andy was not amused when Dougy stopped by Andy’s new box!
*laughs* Where was Dougy?
I think he was in the kitchen, possibly in that salmon-colored tub he likes, but I’m not sure. Wherever he was, he slipped past me, but not past Andy!