Andy stood by while Dougy, the bad kitten, started his career as a destroyer of furniture.

Andy (left) and Dougy rarely appeared in the same photo. Here, they were waiting for me to open a box. Cats, you know!

Oops! Andy beat Dougy into this box and there was a brouhaha to settle which cat got it. Possession changed several times till I opened another box that came that day.

Andy got the arm and Dougy got the seat. Now, Andy prefers the recliner footrest most days and nights.

You know this photo of the kitty brothers, of course. Dougy (left) and Andy mostly played well together. Disputes always were about territory. Dougy was especially territorial.

On the 14th of July three years ago, Dougy died. Andy must smell his late brother on Dougy’s most seriously defended territory – and most abused piece of furniture! – the ottoman because he wouldn’t get on it until I put a lapboard on it. With the lapboard in place, Andy spends lots of time there, though he does split his time between the recliner, end table, and ottoman.

Andy and his late brother both were typically curious about their human’s food and drink. Andy’s sniffing my water in this photo. Neither Andy nor Dougy like or liked being held for long but both love, love, love or loved being “scritched”! I think they resisted being held because as kittens they both had diarrhea that got in their Persian “floof”. You know what that meant for the kittens! Baths! Of course, to give them baths, I had to pick them up and hold them in the water, then hold them after to wrap them in a towel to absorb most of the water out of their fur.

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There’ve been several new readers of this blog in recent weeks. It seemed important to me to do this little back story to catch the new people up on the kitten brothers shown in my heading photo. Dougy died shortly after their ninth birthday. Though I asked for a post mortem to learn if there was any cause that might affect Andy, none was done. Consequently, I never learned what caused his death. Frankly, I’m still pissed some that it wasn’t done since I signed a paper requesting it, but it slowly becomes less important. I still have Andy, of course. Andy is a sweety and thriving at age 12.