Today, we focus on Mr. Stripey in this section, and Dingwall Scotty in the next!
Mr. Stripey, Mr. Stripey. What can I say about this silly boy?
He is incredibly playful and sweet and goofy. He’s the first one to start playing after naptime, and the last one to give up and go to sleep.
He’s SUPER fond of that hammock, obviously, and nothing is more fun to him than laying there and smacking that toy back and forth.
However, lest you think that he is simply an athlete, he would like you to know that he is also a scholar. Having finished reading Flowers for Algernon for the second time, he’s looking for new reading material. He thinks Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan are a little too overrated, but some of this Stephen King will be a tasty bedtime snack. Uh, READ, that is. Bedtime READ. He’s going to give Cujo a try.
Did I mention that he’s fond of that hammock? When one of his brothers decides to hang out in it, Mr. Stripey does not approve, and he doesn’t hesitate to let them know.
They always cede the hammock to its rightful owner.
He has a leaky right eye. Lysine doesn’t make a difference, and we’ve tried different types of food to no avail. There MAY have been a slight difference in the leakiness of his eye when I stopped giving them any kind of seafood-based canned food, but then again that might have just been happenstance (we’re sticking to grain-free duck and poultry canned foods, just in case.) He needs a trip to the vet, probably later this week. Though his eye is leaky, it doesn’t slow him down – and for that matter, it’s FAR better than it was when we first got him. At that point, I was actually worried that he might lose the eye, but ointment helped the most. (He’s still getting ointment in that eye, too.)
He likes to play-fight with his brothers, especially with Dingwall Scotty.
Did I mention that he’s a snuggler? He likes to get up next to me on the couch at TV time, drape himself over one of my legs and purr and purr. If I pick him up and flip him over like a baby, he pretends to protest, but the whole time he protests – and it’s just a token protest of “mehhhh!” – he’s purring like crazy.
He is just a good, sweet boy who loves kisses and being petted and having snacks. His needs are not complicated, and he’s a sweet little snugglebug who doesn’t mind giving you your own space. His favorite toy? Plastic straws. He can bat those things around the house all day long.
He has a teeny tiny crush on Miz Poo, which Miz Poo pretends not to appreciate, and yesterday afternoon when she was asleep at my feet, he ever-so-slowly crawled up next to her and settled down.
You can imagine how thrilled she was when she woke up to find him there, but he gave her the sweetest “You’re so purty!” look and blinked at her, and she couldn’t bring herself to smack him.
Dingwall Scotty.
Notice how after I told you how much Mr. Stripey loves that hammock, I show you a picture of Dingwall Scotty in it? It’s also one of his favorite places to hang out – but he gives it up when Mr. Stripey comes along. He’s a genial, easygoing fella, that Dingwall Scotty.
(Fred couldn’t remember Dingwall Scotty’s name the other day and called him “Dingwall Wally”, which made me laugh for some reason. Still does.)
Dingwall Scotty is a bit of a daydreamer, a quiet observer, and can often be seen staring off into space having (we assume) Deep, Important Thoughts. Like his brothers, he’s a snuggler and loves to be picked up and flipped over onto his back like a baby.
He’s also fearless, and will jump from heights higher than this without thinking twice (note that Mr. Stripey’s in the background saying “You can’t jump from up there! You’ll break a leg! Take the rope!”)
I love how this picture shows his very faint stripes. He’s mostly black and has a few big patches of white – a “locket” on his chest, and a white bikini top and bottom. He has one white toe on his back left foot, and a scattering of white fur around his ears (though you have to look closely to see that.) He’s very particular about his furs, and if you mess them up, he gives a sigh of exasperation and sets about busily straightening them.
Though he is an easygoing boy, Dingwall Scotty can do a really good “You don’t wanna mess with me” look when he’s not in the mood to play-fight. Whichever brother is on the receiving end of that look usually backs right off.
He’s an excellent fly hunter (though not so great at actually catching them). If there’s a fly in the house, he knows about it, and he can track them to whichever window they’re buzzing around in. He’s like a little fly alarm system, pointing out the fly and jumping after it, but never quite finishing the job.
His favorite toy? He loves da Bird, any kind of feather teaser, pretty much anything he has to jump for. I think he’s got extra springs in his back legs, and he can do a decent high jump.
Like Mr. Stripey, he loves to snuggle, but is also good about giving you some space. He usually likes to start out his naps snuggled up to a human or another cat, and then eventually moves off so he has some space to stretch out when it’s time for hardcore napping.
How many ways are there to say that this litter of kittens is really sweet? They just are total sweethearts. Playful, snuggly, funny to watch and fun to kiss and snuggle. Gotta love the ‘Maters!
Oh, Sugarbutt, my pretty, sweet, grumpy boy.
“You gonna come over here and kiss me, or what?”
(I did.)
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Sam and his Paw of I’m the Boss.
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: ::licka::licka::licka::
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.