Monday, November 12, 2007
Our cats are litter mates, brought to our house together when they were barely weaned. They are best friends, sleep together in a companionable furry heap many nights, and would be lost without each other, particularly Tamlin. But they also play rough. Tamlin's favorite game is to get above his sister like this and then try to wallop her on the head without being touched himself. He has a surprisingly hard punch, we all know because once in a while he directs it at us, and he can be incredibly fast. But Lina is usually faster. They're indoor cats in part because she would cut a wide swath through the local bird life. Usually these stand-offs end in a hitting match with both swiping at the air where the other's paw just was... I tried to catch that with another shot, but they broke it up and romped off into another room. They sound like a herd of wildebeest when they run through the house - and they only weigh about 11 pounds each.