Our cats amaze me.
Hunter and Tessa LOVE to play in boxes. We got a delivery today -- so after I unpacked the box, on the floor it went. Tessa has been in heat for a few days -- but Hunter wasn't interested in her at the moment -- so she was rubbing all over the box and climbing in it. After Wil and I had lunch, Hunter climbed in the box (that is on the small side) and had this look on his face like "What? This is my box." I couldn't help but laugh.
Hunter tends to be the dominate one -- he has to be: he's the male with two female cats!
Casey stays to herself -- whether sleeping in an office chair, on top of Wil's desk or curled up in a cupboard. Hunter will chase her around and pin her in the cupboard from time to time; but she'll fight back.
Tessa runs the house -- she's the baby (or at least she looks like one, she's four years old) and gets away with almost anything.
Hunter and Tessa play and cuddle together and with us. Usually they try to take over our bed at night....I had to fight Hunter for the covers this morning. You try moving a stubborn 20 pound cat at 830am -- not an easy feat when you're half asleep!!
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