Oh my goodness. let me start by saying there are those who plan for things and those who don't; those who happen on things by chance and those who let chance pass them by. Our little furry friend...you know Skeeter...my heart...now has a big brother named Jack. And what a pair, let me tell ya. We did not plan on this happening. We questioned whether or not we should add to our family. Would it be too much? Can we afford it? Nothing left to do but try it out. So we had a play date that resulted in a lot of starring, smelling and hissing. That was pretty much the routine for the first week. Then one night while I was making dinner, I heard a thump and thought now what in the world was that...I go into the living room to see a WWE kitty wrestling match. I broke them up thinking no good can come from this. A little while later, again. I have since learned these two love to wrestle. The way it is initiated is usually by Skeeter walking up to Jack and pawing his leg out from under him. Jack gets annoyed. It seems like they like to stare at one another until the other makes the first move. If it takes too long, one grows impatient and paw slaps the other. Then they duke it out, wrestle until one gets pinned down. And then they separate for a few hours until they feel like going at it again.
Jack is about 7 years old, a Maine Coon (same as Skeeter). Skeeter is 4 years old. They are almost identical. I mean, there are some pretty apparent differences, but at a glance, it can be difficult to tell.
Their personalities are certainly different. A few character traits we have noticed over the past few weeks: Skeeter is a total instigator. He loves to be the center of attention. He loves attention period. Whatever room I am in, he is in there too. If I am changing the bed, he helps me by chasing the sheets as I am trying to take them off the bed or put them on. He's not a cuddler. Every once in a blue moon, he will share the couch with me. He loves play time...at all hours of the day and night. He loves to help us with dinner (by sitting on a step ladder and observing). Skeeter is very much like his dad in that he loves to eat. We have to move him away from Jack's bowl on a daily basis. Sometimes he gets a little jealous and lets you know by glaring at you from across the room. If you try to go pick him up, he tosses his nose in the air and turns his head. He then walks away with his tail straight in the air. He likes to go outside and sun bathe, chase bugs and eat moths.
Jack is super fluffy. He is the total cuddler. He gives big hugs. He jumps on the bed almost every night and makes you pet his head by shoving his head under your hand repeatedly....over and over...and then some. He has a very loud motor. When he lays down, he doesn't just lay down, he falls over. He LOVES shoes...loves to lay on them and tosses his body all over them. He loves shoestrings...just ask JJ when he is tying his shoes. Whenever he trots through the house, you can actually hear the pitter patter of little feet. He hates the outdoors and is very verbal about it.
These two are so stinkin' cute. I have caught Skeeter licking Jack's head from time to time...so I would say this is a match made in heaven:)!
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