The Boys

I seem to have lost nearly all my readers. Just a week ago I was getting traffic of 100 to 150 a day and now I’m down to less than ten. Ah, fickle readers. I guess I should simply ignore the numbers and write things for only myself.

Here’s a short collection of our boys that no one but me and Rosalie cares about.

Tuffy and Tiger have become more individualized than they were when younger. Tuffy walks and runs like a wolf, with head down and shoulders up, while Tiger has head up and shoulders down, and his tail is always straight up and flapping like a propeller. We call him Happy Tail. Tiger has among the white whiskers one black cheek whisker on his right cheek and Tuffy has one on his left. Tuffy is more a loner than Tiger. In early afternoon, we put down three plates with a tiny bit of moist food, more as a treat than a meal, and Tiger and Charlie will eat theirs near the refrigerator. Tuffy eats his at the edge of the dining room.

They have their individual sleeping places, Tuffy on the lower shelf beneath our coffee table and Tiger at the raised edge of carpet between our back room and dining room, usually with left front leg resting on the raised portion like someone bellying up to the bar. What about Charlie? He’s usually found sleeping on one of the dining room chairs or in our bedroom closet, where Tiger sometimes joins him.

We call them the gay guys. Tuffy seems to be looking up most of the time, examining whatever he can get up on to chew on a curtain cord or knock something breakable to the floor. Tiger can jump higher than Tuffy. In fact, we have a house plant that we keep on top of the freezer in the laundry room, thinking it will be safe there. Wrong. Tiger somehow, when we’re not looking, can now leap up there to chew off bits of tasty plant. To do that he has to leap vertically four and a half feet. I want to see him do that someday, just to verify that four and a half foot leap. We love them all dearly, but oh how they can put us on trial.