Most of these posts have some connection to two rascals: Andy and Dougy, the Persian cat brothers I’ve had since late summer of 2011. They make me laugh, and, on occasion, say naughty words in a loud voice. They are, however, the joy of my retirement! Earlier ones about Louie the ginger cat lead me to refocusing on my pet cats once I became a two-cat person. I got the brothers shortly after Louie died in August 2011. They were born July 1, 2011, so I had to wait a little after Louie died before they were available. They were rascally kittens, but played well together. One is named after the patron saint of Scotland, St. Andrew the apostle. I wanted to honor my family’s strong Scottish roots by giving him a name connected to Scotland. When I got his brother a short time later, I wanted to give him a Scottish name, too. Friends suggest some horrific ones” Angus, Archibald…and those are just the “A” names! Then I had an epiphany: My name is as Scottish as it gets: Douglas. In a fit of mirth, I decided to name the second kitty “Dougy”! Why not? He isn’t a junior, though. He and I have different middle names.
It’s Caturday so Dougy chose not to do much. Oh! That’s every day, but today he chose to do it watching nothing out the back window. Very relaxing!
Watching me isn’t fun…
…so Dougy diverted his attention to nothing going on outside.
Perfect Caturday entertainment!
> purr! purr! <
Both Andy and Dougy were cleaning up. Andy was on my pc and Dougy was on…Andy’s favorite blue carrier!
Andy (front) and Dougy cleaning up.
“Hunh???”
Andy becomes aware of something.
“Why, that @*$&$%# is on my favorite carrier!”
Andy can’t believe his brother’s nerve!
You bet Andy hopped off the pc and chased Dougy off the carrier!
Poor Dougy, tail between his legs (so to speak), came over and cowered at my feet, hoping for sympathy and a kindly skritch to assuage his hurt feelings. (Naturally, I gave it to him, poor kitty!)
Andy continued to clean up on top of the carrier.
I can’t remember the last time I saw Taco. Taco used to visit regularly to torment Louie at the back door through the screen when Louie was here. Louie was at least twice Taco’s size, so he wasn’t intimidated by this little guy, but they definitely were not buddies.
Taco liked to torment the boys, too, and visited the back door when they were there watching birds in the fir and apple trees. Andy and Dougy together never quite figured out Taco’s place in the realm of things. I think they always wanted to get to know him, but he was scary in his way. Witness the boys’ reaction to Taco in the video:
Poor little Taco! He just existed in the neighborhood. People who supposedly “owned” him didn’t claim him, but a neighbor made sure he had food, water, and shelter on her deck. I never understood how anyone could neglect such a beautiful little creature but that would have been his fate in life had my neighbor not given him the basic things he needed to survive.
He was at least 10 years old the last time I saw him, always lived outdoors, and, I suspect, finally went to kitty heaven. I haven’t seen him in months.
> purr! purr! <
Andy loves to be scritched under his chin and on his ears.
What’s Andy up to here? Powering up to wipe out ChiChi the Chihuahua? What…!?
Oh. He’s just helping himself to a midday snack at the kitty snack bar. Never mind!
I don’t know where Dougy is, but Andy’s resting on the computer desk shelf, behind the all-in-one machine.
head
tail
Somewhere in between, there’s a kitty cat!
Andy plays “keep away” with Dougy.
Andy’s on the prowl this morning. He doesn’t know what he wants, but when he finds it…! Yes, he’ll know it!
“Not in the kitchen…”
“Maybe it’s in here.”
Andy tries the front room.
“Yes! I have found it!”
The old reliable wastepaper basket overturned!
Yesterday was a very busy one for the boys, so they were especially happy to finally get home. Home, they could eat a snack, drink a little water, do those important kitty things they couldn’t do while being pampered on spa day.
Pimped-up Dandy Andy
We played a little wand toy but the main thing the boys wanted to do was let their tails down and give themselves a proper kitty tongue bath.
Whatever issue they had between them earlier — they were chasing each other and acting very territorial over trivial bits of “turf…”– no longer was a concern.
Each went his own way, occasionally stopping by his brother to sniff him: “Is that you brother?! You smell different….!”
…and we had a little ‘nip! Er…nap! Well, both!
Wow! Andy and Dougy came back from the groomer’s looking like movie stars! Money well spent, I say, and Murphy’s Grooming Boutique once again made me a very satisfied customer!
Dougy almost avoided the flash….!
Pretty as a picture…of Andy!
Yes, the boys were very, very happy to be home again after a longer than usual day at the spa. (I have it on good authority they not only were good boys, the barking dog didn’t bother them! What brave little guys they are!)