Sisters

My cats are a source of never ending entertainment to me. Max the oldest (14 I think) is my sleeping companion who lays right by my head for the entire night (mostly because he gets attacked by the youngsters if he roams around without me as an escort). Jingles (the very photogenic one posing in the first picture) is a demon (nicknamed "The Jinx") who will bite anyone who gets close to her yet she is the most entertaining and unique cat I've ever met. She will catch pieces of cat (or dog) kibble if you throw them to her. Sometimes she uses her paws like she is catching a pop fly at a baseball game, other times she runs across the room to chase after them squawking along the way (I don't know how to spell her noise but it goes something like "mrat mrat"). My very favorite though is when she catches the kibble in her mouth. I'm amazed at her ability to do it. She often surprises even herself...looking around from side to side wondering where the kibble went only to then realize it is in her mouth. And my youngest Zoey is the one who looks like she is mortified in the picture (she was afraid Jingles was going to smack her of which she probably did after I took the picture). Zoey was born to a feral mother under a tree in the back yard of a woman who chose to capture the kittens (she got three, the mother and one kitten got away before she got to them). She raised them and domesticated them from practically day one so Zoey was very socialized when I adopted her at 8 weeks. I'm convinced she is part Maine Coon due to her coat, the "snowshoes" on her feet and her personality. Zoey has to help you do everything whether it be making the bed or posting on your blog. These photos illustrate the sibling rivalry between these two youngsters. They aren't related but have the relationship of any other siblings...they enjoy each others company but would never admit it.