Been a while, but the boys[1] have been growing up steadily. Primary activities haven’t changed much though: Sleeping, eating and the occasional tumbling around.
By now we’ve grown accustomed to being used as heated mattresses during the night, as well as the fact that entering the kitchen will be greeted by a combined chorus of cat voiced convinced of the fact that such an action means dinner time.
Sam has taken it upon himself to guard me when I’m taking a shower. He’ll scratch the door until I let him in, position himself on the washing machine and happily stay there until I’m finished, after which he’ll inspect the puddles and start begging for food. Either he’s scared I’ll drown, or he considers it his own personal sauna. Ben never joins him, though he will sit outside whining, which is their usual action when the other is locked up somewhere.
Included portrait nicely illustrates why evil overlords always have cats. They pose better.
- [1]Though technically, they’re not really boys anymore.↩
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