This is another one of those instances where you non-cat-lovers might want to stop reading right now. This blog I mean. Why are you even here? Just kidding. I totally understand that cats aren't everyone's bag. Well, actually I don't understand it at all, but each to their own weird ways, I say.
You might remember that a while back, I did a little post about the differences and the similarities between Charlie and myself, which was pretty fun. And since I'm sure all of my readers have been dying to get to know my cats better, here's a few select details from the rich tapestry of their feline lives.
Kissa means "cat" in Finnish.
Kissa is 4-years-old.
Kissa has the loudest purr, like a small engine.
Kissa is a little neurotically clean.
Kissa is a scaredy-cat.
Kissa is Kettu's best friend.
Kissa likes yogurt.
Kissa likes to smell the flowers.
Kissa looks like a great horned owl.
Kissa is a puker. Always has been. She's the eat-and-puke-and-repeat-cat.
Kissa thinks Charlie's beard is her mom.
Kissa fights dirty.
Kissa likes sleep in places with room for one only.
Kissa likes to disrupt work, wherever it's happening. She's like a superhero in a world where work is evil.
Kissa likes to sleep in the closet.
Kissa eats kibble. And yogurt. And warm bread. And sourdough starter. And the occasional meat, or fish treat from us. She does not butcher her own meats.
Kissa's constantly worried that things are gonna attack her. She's not paranoid.
Kettu means "fox" in Finnish.
Kettu is named after Fox Mulder. And 'cos she's crazy like a fox. And also orange...
Kettu is 2-years-old.
Kettu has a silent, deadly purr.
Kettu is a daredevil.
Kettu is Kissa's arch nemesis.
Kettu is curious.
Kettu likes oats.
Kettu is a killer (in spite of our best efforts).
Kettu likes to fight.
Kettu likes to attack things.
Kettu is a martial arts expert.
Kettu likes to sleep in bed. And in this box that used to house Argentinian pears.
Kettu says hi to everyone when she comes into a room.
Kettu is kind of dirty.
Kettu's tail is always pointing straight up and curled to one side or another.
Kettu likes to sleep in a nest made out of hay in the yard.
Kettu eats moths. And has horrible moth breath afterwards.
They both know how to open doors, but can't figure out how to close them.
They're both expert cat burglars, when it comes to heated rooms and pantries full of sacks of oats.
They both like to sleep on your chest.
They both pull down things like sweaters and shirts, from chairs and shelves to sleep on.
They're both scared of the chickens, but unmoved by deer.
They both know how to say "Mamma!" when they come in the room.
They're both willing to compromise to any lengths to stay warm in the winter.
They're the opposite of each other, but the best of frenemies.
That about sums these glorious beasts up. Got pets? Are they dogs? Just kidding. Sheesh.