Our Other Boy

I realized the other day  that I don’t often blog about our other feline boy, Rugby.   I suppose that’s because he’s possibly the sweetest cat ever, and doesn’t provide us with such moments as sleeping in a plate , or knocking a lamp onto my head in the middle of the night like his brother Robin… but he is in his own way very much a character. 

His favorite thing in the world is melt into the lap of whomever will have him, and to do so while rubbing his face on Alan’s unshaven Sunday scruff is almost too cute to watch. 

He is silly-putty cat – remaining in any position you mold him into for hours.  (Which is lovely in the Winter when you need some extra warmth on your toes)

He is Switzerland, i.e. neutral to all things.  He is loving to Dixie Dog and Robin at the same time even when they are hissing and growling at each other, and he simply watches spiders and flies rather than chase them and eat them.

He acts his age (they are 10 already!) and usually moves slowly and gracefully through the house at his own pace… unless we are putting clean sheets on the bed.   He suddenly becomes a kitten again and the job becomes impossible… and hilarious.

His favorite food in the entire world is an olive.  If you give him one he’ll roll it around on his face forever in utter enjoyment, to the disgust of Robin who can’t understand what the big deal is, and to the torture of Dixie that just wants to snatch it up and chomp it down.  He does eventually walk away and let’s her have it.  Mmmmm, furry olive.

He did run away once a few years ago, and was gone a grand total of 2 hours.  We were in a panic when we discovered him missing… his is an indoor cat afterall, and like I stated above wouldn’t even hurt a fly.  All sorts of things flashed through my mind as we searched… we live next to a busy road, we’ve been known to have coyotes and large foxes in the area, etc.  But eventually he appeared underneath our bedroom window at about 11 at night, ready to come home.  He didn’t run like he had been, he didn’t meow or cause a fuss as I scooped him up quickly and probably hugged him too tight.  Just willingly clung to my sweater as I screamed “found him!!” to Alan and continued to scold him in the worst impression of an angry “mom” ever. 

We have no clue where he went or what he did on his expedition into the great outdoors… no basket of kittens has shown up on our doorstep any way.  I just like to think that after he had a look around at the outside world he so longingly would gaze at out the window… he decided home was the place to be… and that we were pretty much the sweetest too.

Thanks for stopping by today, and see you soon.