My cats

I try not to write about cats, but sometimes I have to
With the advent of the second cat, our life has changed dramatically.
Initially, my plan was to buy a second ragdoll, that he was a cat, chocolate, in opposition to my big-eyed gently-white-gray angelica. And he realized in life to the fullest, I did not even imagine the scale of the fulfillment of desires.
First of all, this is a hundred percent cat. He has eggs on his face!
Secondly, it is creamy-chocolate and it's getting darker on the back and on the muzzle - in the end there will be such a brown bear with white socks.
Thirdly, he eternally otmachivaet any harm, and absolutely not an angel. This is normal if scraps of toilet paper are scattered all over the toilet. It's normal, if cacti are lying on the floor (and for my collection of cacti I'm ready to strangle, when I see it - it tears me into an uncontrollable nutcase). It is normal to play with the feet of a sleeping person. Normally, if a piece of turkey is stolen from the table in 6 cat's portions and eaten somewhere under the canopy. It was normal today to find a cracked chocolate candy on the floor, which before that lay in a tightly closed box.
About food is a separate conversation in general. He is bulimic, really. He constantly needs to eat. Non-stop. He can give a dohera of food, he will devour and in half an hour he will ask for more, and then puke, as if not out of himself. At the same time he weighs almost like a very well-fed older cat and lean. How is this possible, I do not understand. As a result, I had to switch to a portioned meal, and this ended up with the fact that they both began to pursue me, like the predatory lions of a gazelle. It is necessary for me to appear in the kitchen, as immediately runs a herd of eight paws and with her blue eyes on me, they blush, well, where is the food, where. And they should at least slightly overfeed - as they begin to puke. They ceased to control themselves in food in general, because the competition and then do not leave, so I calculate portions of grams, but still sometimes I'm wrong.
To this we must add that it is very loud. And if Madame's voice is very thin, and she began to seldom submit it, then he has a tin-plucked sod, and he is not ashamed of it at all. As soon as I take out the turkey from the refrigerator - everything, it does not shut up, it gets up on its hind legs, the front one throws it on the table (and it's actually quite high, but it reaches out, the dog), and starts singing a turkey. Already goes all. The funny thing is that before she cried - now she favorably gives all the dirty work to him and gives out one squeak when the bowl rushes past her nose to the floor.
He is also naturally inextinguishably active - you can play with him 24 hours a day. Often he demands it - he can throw a mouse indefinitely, he will happily bring it back and at the same time scream loudly if ignored.
For all that, he likes caresses, and allows himself to be puffed and teteshkat in general as you want, it is worth to approach him, as he begins to grunt and be very happy. Hannas he just loves with all his heart, beloved dad. Next to him, he generally relaxes by one hundred percent, can lie belly up, and the muzzle will express complete self-oblivion in swine.
With Madame they have a special relationship - for a long time she was perplexed "why and why", and in general took offense at me for 4! months for such betrayal. Now it has thawed out, but behaves very feminine: it can be licked and purring, it can lie side by side as if nothing had happened, and can play - and it always dominates in these games - it's very funny to watch him try to leave, but she bites his ass. If he does not behave the way she likes, she is always ready to charge him in the face and hiss, and in the heat of the battle can make such sounds that you can take for the Banshee scream seriously. In short, his appearance on her strongly influenced, she became more rigid and adult, not such a sweet pimple as she was. But in general, sometimes it breaks out - and I see that her big cat's soul is in place, and that she still loves us the same way. By the way, if she caress, then the plug in the ass here like here - he also comes, terribly jealous, complaining and almost getting his arm around.
And despite all these complaints, I am pleased that he came to us - he brought a lot of life into the house. And to watch how they tie each other - a delight for the eyes and heart. Well, leaving them together is much calmer than alone - when we return, they are quite calm and not bored.