It was December 23rd, 2012. We were getting ready to head out of town to celebrate the holiday with my inlaws. I sent my husband and 3 year old son out to play in the snow so I could finish packing. A few minutes later my husband is calling my phone. I think “Oh crap, please don’t let either of them be hurt!”
No injuries, my husband tells me they found 2 tiny kittens under the deck and should he bring them in? It’s 25 degrees and blowing snow. So he brings them in and the rest, as they say, is history.
As kittens they were young and playful. They would follow me everywhere, chase each other and wrestle, and sleep side by side on my lap. They loved being part of our family.
As they’ve grown up they’re still sweet but they’ve developed some weird habits along the way… they both love to eat plastic bag handles, not the whole bag, just the handles. One loves to lick windows… I’ll wake up some mornings to the sound of his rough tongue on the glass. The other one loves to eat any kind of plant he can get his paws on, dried leaves-anything. They both love rubber bands and have gone to amazing lengths to find them. One follows me around like a dog, if I sit he’s on my lap, if I lay down he’s laying by my feet. The other one will only lay with me if he can be as close to my face as possible. I’m pretty sure he’d eat me if he could. These are just a few examples of my strange cats.
They are only 4 1/2 years old. I love them dearly, but I wonder what kinds of weirder habits they’ll develop over the next 4 years.
** They both go to the vet regularly. The vet knows about their quirky behavior and is not concerned . They are both healthy and happy, just strange. **