It's never a dull moment living with these two zany Persian felines, Kato and Snarfbaby... "Baby" for short.
Kato was named after the Pink Panther movie's Inspector Cluseau's sidekick, instructed to attack the inspector, as anyone familiar with the storyline knows. Likewise, little kitten Kato would lie in wait around the corner, then leap out and attack my ex-hubby's legs as he walked by. Thus, acquiring his name. Personally, if ever a cat looked like "Garfield", everyone agrees it's Kato, but unfortunately I had no say in naming him since he belonged to my ex before we met.
Snarfbaby got his name.......well, need I really explain? Both love to ham it up for the camera as you can see. However, it's obvious Kato was born to model, while Baby was born to eat....and lounge!!
Most of the time Kato thinks he's a dog in cat camouflage. One day Kato pulled a "Houdini" and escaped from home by unzipping the screen on the garage with his nose, thus experiencing the "call of the wild". Ever since that fateful day he begs and cajoles to roam the great outdoors, much to my chagrin. Of course, being the responsible pet parent I am, wanting to protect him since he's declawed and inexperienced, yet satisfy the natural desire of his heart, I agreed to let him out........but not without being tethered to a pink ribbon leash (the only thing light enough and only color I had on hand).
Once he got over the humiliation of an orange tomcat being attached to a pink ribbon leash to experience the wind ruffling his fluffy orange coat and eclectic aromas of the fresh outdoors, coupled with being entertained by flitting butterflies and scurrying squirrels, he's since grown downright accustomed to it; likewise the neighbors seeing him attached to it. Believe me, he's definitely the talk of the neighborhood, here in Angola.
Baby on the other hand would just as soon sleep the day away in his favorite chair than ever experience roaming the neighborhood again. Especially after his one harrowing experience one night after escaping with Kato through the unzipped garage screen unbeknownst to me, only to get accidentally locked out......during a thunderstorm. Nothing is worse than a soaked, long haired cat........except perhaps TWO.....trust me!!
So, since then, each day Kato soaks up the rays under the skies so blue, while Baby snoozes the day away in the security of his favorite chair, until of course, he hears the rattling of his favorite treats.
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