Had I been picking a cat just for myself, I would have gone for a more sedate animal, the kind of cat who’s happy to sit around and watch the scenery all day. Floyd, however, is the kind of cat who gets bored in about five minutes of sitting, and goes in search of a new toy or a new something to destroy. When we were looking for a companion for him, we knew we’d have to find another super-active and playful cat to keep him company.

Kipling is that kind of cat, and Floyd loves it. Either one of them will flop on their sides and grunt, waving a paw enticingly to say, “Come pounce on me! Let’s wrestle!” I’ve not yet heard one of them hiss or even take a serious claws-out swipe at the other. This may look like serious business here, but it’s all in fun.

Since Kipling came to live with us, we haven’t had to entertain Floyd at all. He used to wander around bored and begging for us to trail a string around for him to chase; now he has a friend to play with all the time, and I don’t have to feel guilty about leaving the kitten home alone all day while I’m at work. When they aren’t running around like their whiskers have caught fire, they can usually be found curled up next to each other. I love how they’ve intertwined their tails together in this picture. It’s been a little warm lately for them to huddle together in sunbeams, but even still – where one cat is, you will probably find the other. They get along with each other so well!

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2 Responses to “In Which the Pirate Provides a Feline Friday.”
  1. Jen says:

    how wonderful!
    I got my second cat a few years ago when i was working full time to keep my older cat happy…
    which she wasn’t lol!
    Now they have a very big sister-little sister typr relationship. My younger cat, lilah LOVES binka and binka tolerates lilah. they do snuggle though(especially when cold) and clean each other and play, but binka’s always the first to say ENOUGH!

  2. Karen says:

    I love watching the kitty wrestling!
    We got a second yorkie when our older (now deceased) one was 1 1/2 years old. They were the best of friends. They liked to huddle together in the sun when it was cold and on occasion chase each other through the house. I think Picasso misses Riley almost as much as I do.

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