Feline Drama

Mr. Snoop and I have two cats: Woo and Shammy Boy.  They are brothers and we are obsessed with them.  Personality-wise, they are basically dogs trapped in fury cat bodies.  They greet us at the door, are super affectionate, come when they are called, do tricks for food/catnip, etc.  Shammy Boy licks, which is gross.  They are also frighteningly smart: Woo can open doors and cabinets.  Shammy Boy once opened up his carrier from the inside and escaped.  On a plane.  Then he climbed onto the laps of the people seated behind us.  Needless to say, if our boys had opposable thumbs the world would be in huge trouble.

 Shammy Boy has the pink nose/paws, Woo has the black nose/paws

My in-laws recently moved about an hour and a half away.  Since they are heading out of town for two weeks, their cat Norton is staying with us.  While our boys can best be described as dog-cats, Norton is more like a grouchy troll.  Don't let the cute Scottish Fold face fool you.

He arrived on Saturday and Peace On Earth it is not.  In addition to the fact that I have to share the bathroom sink with a grouchy troll cat, our boys are displaying some uncharacteristic feline instinct.  They are not pleased with The Intruder.  There have been standoffs aplenty- so much so that we had to seperate them at night.  To be fair, Norton continually antagonizes the boys even though he is seven years older and about 1/3 to 1/2 their size.  While we have enjoyed the pleasure of Norton's troll-like company and out-sized pur, I look forward to more of this when he leaves:

Brotherly incest love