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Well, it's been nearly 4 weeks since Max arrived and joined our household, and I don't think I have ever been quite so entertained by feline felicity ever before.
Max is a joyous boy, full to the brim with love and energy, and I thank my lucky stars that he's mine now.
My mornings have not changed much: Ginger greets me first with kitty kisses to my fingers, and the kits get treats after I brush my teeth before I head out the door.
The only real difference now is that Max will come into the bathroom with me after I've gotten my fill of Ginger kisses. He jumps onto the vanity and head butts me to pieces while I'm sitting on the throne. His purring grows and grows until it fills the room - it is our special morning time together, and now he demands it.
In the evenings, I am greeted by four funny little faces, and I am no longer allowed to have a quiet evening at home: Instead, we MUST have a play session, and it MUST last a MINIMUM of 45 minutes until Max is panting and Ferris is wild-eyed.
The favorite toys for these sessions are feather and/or mylar wand toys, and I'm developing wand toy shoulder already!
All four join in, but they are extremely considerate of each other. When one kit is batting and biting at a wand toy, the other three watch, ready to pounce when it is their turn.
Ferris' favorite is the mylar strips on the end of a wand - he goes crrrrrrazy for it. Penny's favorite is a long wand toy with very long, black feathers - they look like cormorant (sp) feathers, as they have a metallic green sheen to them - and mylar strips on the end.
Max's favorite is the feather duster type wand toy - short feathers that are fluffed out. He will leap for it over and over and over and jump higher and higher and higher, and when he brings it down, he'll growl and defend his "kill." It is the cutest thing!
Ginger has no apparent favorite wand toy. She's just really happy to be a part of it and to get to play once in a while, although she tends to be a spectator more than a player. I always make sure that she gets some play time in too, rather than alllowing the boys to hog all the fun.
When not napping, eating or playing with me, Max seeks out the other cats for companionship and playtime. Ferris and Max can generally be found wrapped about each other, rolling and thumping and bumping through the apartment as they wrestle each other and chew on each other. Nothing is sacred. If it's free and reachable, it gets munched on: legs, paws, ears, jaw, tail, you name it.
For the first couple of weeks, the other cats didn't realize that Max was all about having a rocking good time, and they were threatened by him. Now it appears that they have all figured it out, and are enjoying beating the heck out of each other. There has been zero bloodshed, so I think we are G2G.
On Monday and Thursday nights and all day Sunday, my roomie is home, and I'll simply hand him a wand and say PLAY. He is a lot less grouchy now that Max has come to live with us - the little stinker is SUCH a charmer!
So that will give me a little break, or else he'll wave a wand for two kitties and I'll wave a wand for two kitties and the six of us have a free-for-all, with the humans laughing their butts off as the kits go flying through the air after the feathers and/or shiny mylar.
The moggies, Ginger and Ferris, have seemingly decided that Bengal acrobatics looks like fun, so they have been performing longer leaps and higher jumps lately - it's Betsy's Flying Circus! I'm very proud of all four of them - and speaking of the four of them, it's time for me to go home and play with them!
Max is a joyous boy, full to the brim with love and energy, and I thank my lucky stars that he's mine now.
My mornings have not changed much: Ginger greets me first with kitty kisses to my fingers, and the kits get treats after I brush my teeth before I head out the door.
The only real difference now is that Max will come into the bathroom with me after I've gotten my fill of Ginger kisses. He jumps onto the vanity and head butts me to pieces while I'm sitting on the throne. His purring grows and grows until it fills the room - it is our special morning time together, and now he demands it.
In the evenings, I am greeted by four funny little faces, and I am no longer allowed to have a quiet evening at home: Instead, we MUST have a play session, and it MUST last a MINIMUM of 45 minutes until Max is panting and Ferris is wild-eyed.
The favorite toys for these sessions are feather and/or mylar wand toys, and I'm developing wand toy shoulder already!
Ferris' favorite is the mylar strips on the end of a wand - he goes crrrrrrazy for it. Penny's favorite is a long wand toy with very long, black feathers - they look like cormorant (sp) feathers, as they have a metallic green sheen to them - and mylar strips on the end.
Max's favorite is the feather duster type wand toy - short feathers that are fluffed out. He will leap for it over and over and over and jump higher and higher and higher, and when he brings it down, he'll growl and defend his "kill." It is the cutest thing!
Ginger has no apparent favorite wand toy. She's just really happy to be a part of it and to get to play once in a while, although she tends to be a spectator more than a player. I always make sure that she gets some play time in too, rather than alllowing the boys to hog all the fun.
When not napping, eating or playing with me, Max seeks out the other cats for companionship and playtime. Ferris and Max can generally be found wrapped about each other, rolling and thumping and bumping through the apartment as they wrestle each other and chew on each other. Nothing is sacred. If it's free and reachable, it gets munched on: legs, paws, ears, jaw, tail, you name it.
For the first couple of weeks, the other cats didn't realize that Max was all about having a rocking good time, and they were threatened by him. Now it appears that they have all figured it out, and are enjoying beating the heck out of each other. There has been zero bloodshed, so I think we are G2G.
On Monday and Thursday nights and all day Sunday, my roomie is home, and I'll simply hand him a wand and say PLAY. He is a lot less grouchy now that Max has come to live with us - the little stinker is SUCH a charmer!
The moggies, Ginger and Ferris, have seemingly decided that Bengal acrobatics looks like fun, so they have been performing longer leaps and higher jumps lately - it's Betsy's Flying Circus! I'm very proud of all four of them - and speaking of the four of them, it's time for me to go home and play with them!