My Boys Definitely Aren’t Related
October 6th 2009 21:01
Several hours after writing my previous post, I got another invitation to visit my boys from Brett. I must say, now that they are getting older, my boys aren’t as eager to play all the time. In fact, they spend most of the time sleeping.
Last night Brett and I had just sat down on his lounge when Gingersnap started sniffing at me. I only knew he was there when I felt his moist nose against my hand. I looked down and there was my baby. I gave him a stroke before Brett grabbed Butterscotch and put him on my lap. Butterscotch was having none of this and he immediately leapt off my lap to fly to his favourite spot: Brett’s brown cube seat. Meanwhile, Gingersnap decided he wanted to have a fight with his brother – sorry, feline friend. He flew towards the cube and Butterscotch ran off to the side of the lounge room. Gingersnap followed and one of them – probably Butterscotch – let out a loud howl before running away.
Now alone, I used the opportunity to quiz Brett about his cats’ origins.
“Last time I was here I was looking at their cat papers and there was a two week age gap between them. I thought you said they were brothers,” I said accusingly.
“I was told they were brothers,” was Brett’s unruffled reply. “The person at the Cat Protection Society told me they were brothers but I saw the dates of birth on their papers and they definitely can’t be brothers. As they get older, they’re beginning to look more and more different as well.”
“So how did they end up at the Cat Protection Society?” I asked. The wonderful thing about Brett is how patient and laidback he is. You can ask him the same question over and over again and he will still answer it without getting snappy and impatient like I would. In fact, in the almost twenty years that I have known him, I could count the number of times I’ve seen him lose his temper on one hand.
“A man had bought them for his wife but she was unable to care for them because she was allergic to them so she gave them to the CPS. The CPS called me and said I had twenty four hours to decide whether to take them or not before they were going to go to a place that finds homes for purebred cats.”
Several minutes later we went in search of our boys. There they were fast asleep on Brett’s bed.
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