Algernon & Rupert

I adopted Camilla when she was about a year old, so she and I skipped the crazy kitten phase. Visiting Shannon this weekend, though, I got a full reminder of what life with a very playful cat is all about. I was prepared for her youngest cat, Rupert, to attack my feet as I shifted position in bed at night, but I hadn't anticipated the surprise attacks he'd launch when I was sitting perfectly still. And though Shannon's older cat, Algernon, is a bit more calm in your moment-to-moment interactions with him, he does have his own quirks. He is living a cushy life, especially when you consider that Shannon rescued him when he was a half-starved stray. Despite the high life he's living now, though, he's crazy about getting out of the apartment. Every time Shannon and I left Shannon would crack the door and play goalie while yelling, "GO! GO! GO!" to me. The sprint into the hall was always a shot in the arm as we went out.

Algernon:

Rupert: