SoxCats
One day, Karen Beaudoin got the bright idea of stopping in at the Animal
Refuge League just to "see who might be there." Not surprisingly, she
brought someone home. Actually two someones. Those 3-month-old kittens are
Fenway and Pesky, who may not be Red Sox fans yet, but they're learning.
They're also known as Trouble 1 and Trouble 2 because of their fondness for
lounging on kitchen counters, digging in plant pots and walking into the
refrigerator every time it opens. Life with these two brothers sure is
interesting.
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Brothers in ... trouble
Oct 27, 2009 03:36 PM
One of the best things about having kittens that are brothers is that they tend to entertain each other. At least once a night a WWF match breaks out in the living room or there's a race to see who can get through the living room, across the couch, up the stairs, back down them again and then slide across the kitchen floor first.
It's a toss up who will win - every time. Sometimes Fenway is beating up on his little brother (and then immediately bathing him apologetically) and other times Pesky can be seen stalking his sleeping brother before ... pouncing and kicking off another battle.
Bottom line is, they're always together. Even when they're doing something they shouldn't be doing, like making the kitchen counters their lounging spot.
They know they're not supposed to do this. They've been told too many times to count and have been sprayed with the water bottle so many times they've grown used to getting doused in the face. It doesn't faze them a bit anymore.
Trouble is, it's hard to stay mad at them when they're so darn cute. And when they look at you - and at each other - clearly saying to themselves, "It wasn't me. It was my brother."
It's a toss up who will win - every time. Sometimes Fenway is beating up on his little brother (and then immediately bathing him apologetically) and other times Pesky can be seen stalking his sleeping brother before ... pouncing and kicking off another battle.
Bottom line is, they're always together. Even when they're doing something they shouldn't be doing, like making the kitchen counters their lounging spot.
They know they're not supposed to do this. They've been told too many times to count and have been sprayed with the water bottle so many times they've grown used to getting doused in the face. It doesn't faze them a bit anymore.
Trouble is, it's hard to stay mad at them when they're so darn cute. And when they look at you - and at each other - clearly saying to themselves, "It wasn't me. It was my brother."
ChessieMom says,
Our four year old English Setter, four, and our almost-two year old Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Casco, are very similar. They wrestle, chase, play and race for most of the day. Most of the mischief comes from Casco... she hardly knows what to do with herself when Hagrid is gone for a day or more hunting with my husband... but at the end of the day when I catch them curled up on top of one another, I know that it is a mutual love affair... platonic nine or so months of the year when they are together... and piningly romantic the other two-three months when she is in season, and we keep them apart (the only time he cries for her attention LOL). I think that it is good for cats and dogs to have an animal friend at home that they can depend on.
Oct 29, 2009 08:56 PM
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