Steve and Louie

My cats are adorable.  They make no sense.  I am amazed and perturbed by them on a daily basis.

I’ve got Steve, a too-cool-for-school slinky Russian Blue who loves to do somersaults on human feet and rub himself on legs.  Sometimes late at night he’ll deign to sit on my lap.

Then there is Louie. Louie is a contsa-purring Japanese Bobtail. He is square-like and compact.  He looks smaller than Steve, but weighs more. He needs attention, like, ALWAYS, and sits/stands on my chest whenever possible.

Steve likes to crawl quietly into small spaces.  Or jump delicately up high.

There is nothing delicate about Louie, and he makes a big *HUFF* whenever he lands on anything.

They talk to each other.  They talk to me.  Sometimes they sing along to music. (And I don’t literally mean, “TALK”, I’m not that nuts.  They do that guttural half chirp, half purr thing.) Sometimes, their inflection makes it sound like they’re asking a question. Obvio, I find this adorable. :)

Often, Steve will grab a toy upstairs, start squawking, squawk all the way down the stairs, make a final squawk upon entering the living room and then drop the toy.  He looks real proud of himself.

Louie likes to wake me up in the morning.  First he’ll hop on my bed with the requisite *HUFF* and then he’ll come up to my face purring REAL loud.  He’ll plop down on my chest and try to sniff out my fingers.  He’ll nibble on them a bit, and if that doesn’t wake me up, he’ll get under the covers and sniff out my toes, bite them, first gently, then with a mighty force.  He’s trained me well; this gets me right out of bed.

Yesterday I was in the shower and I heard a really strange repetitive thumping sound, which I dismissed as I knew my cats were in the bathroom.  I just assumed that they were playing, or swatting at the cord on the blinds or something.  The sound kept up so I peeked out of the shower.  There was Steve, perched on the toilet on his hind legs, like a little prairie dog.  His front legs were extended.  He was bouncing up and down with his front paws spinning, hitting, and tearing at the toilet roll.  I laughed so hard.  He was SO INTO IT!!! Louie was sitting on the window perch intently following the little snowflakes of toilet tissue make the descent to the floor.  When Steve noticed me, he just turned around, squawked, and went back to his business.

The thing that gets me about this little escapade is that I was right there in the shower and they still got into some big mischief.  Destruction is their MO.  Oh, and how dare I interrupt them! 

Cats are weird.

Steve likes small spaces.

Louie likes attention.