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Well, now. The two new kittehs have turned 6 months old, such distinctly different personalities for sisters…
Tilly we might as well rename "Lunchmouth." She is always on the hunt for scraps of food, and has to be reminded with small squirts of water that the kitchen counter and tables are NOT her personal hunting grounds. She scarfs her own cat food down and then nudges her sister Tabby out of the way to eat her share as well. She is more accommodating to being held than her sister, but does not tolerate it for long. Her arch enemy are socks, preferably w/o a foot in them. She is not so bright regarding solving puzzles on getting her claws into that arch enemy when playing with her. When not wrestling with her sister or stuffing her face, she prefers to lounge about lazily on her back, showing off her ample but fuzzy belly, or fall sleep in the most awkward positions imaginable. She is super-sweet and does not mind a quick hug. Tilly likes watching the outside, any outside, from any perch or vantage point; but has never made the effort to step over the threshold of an open door.
Tabby is the svelt, always alert, ninja-attack-kitteh. Far more aggressively playful than Tilly, anything that moves MUST be chased down and killed. She likes to skulk around looking for any spiders, bugs or insects to augment her lack of sustenance (I imagine due to Tilly stealing her food at mealtimes.) Every single wound on all family members hands are the result of daring to engage in play with Tabby. Her preferred enemy is… a crumpled up piece of paper. Anything she is doing, anywhere in the house, she comes running to the noise of paper crumpling. She is the "death-leaper" extraordinaire, and has taken naturally to Parkour, launching herself sideways off furniture if that's what it takes. Unfortunately, Tabby also treats all sitting humans as pieces of furniture to land on or launch off of when engaged in her chases, and we've got the scars on our heads and upper legs to prove it. Tabby is by far the more vocal of the two, and each morning when she wants her chin scratched, she will sound off relentlessly to get that needed rubdown… even at 4AM. Tabby is the actively curious one we have had to track down as she bolts for the outside through a door that is just not closing fast enough. We always have to get a fix on her location before daring to leave the house.
The two of them keep one another occupied in their chases, wrestling, and can still be found giving one another baths just before falling asleep across one another (with Tilly of course in the more awkward pose of the two.)
Buster, our fixed adult male, still just ignores them both. He lets himself be bullied a bit and cornered when they are in the mood for stalking him, but he outweighs them about 4-fold (well, maybe Tilly by 3), and is an experienced 13yr defender against raccoons, dogs, possums and ferals that occasionally wander onto his turf. Push comes to shove, he's backed them off with some rapidfire swats, but on the whole, he does not have any interest in their play and avoids them when possible.
