So, in an effort to make life more "interesting," we've made a few additions to the family. Namely, Paws and Puffy. Two more cats.
That makes one dog, two kids and three cats.
Yeah, call me crazy. Shouldn't have had kids.
Just kidding . . . most days.
Paws arrived first. Not sure why we decided to get one. It may be just because the elder feline statesman, Oliver, needed a friend. It may be because the kids needed another toy. It could be my head isn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that my shoes are too tight. But whatever the reason, my head or my shoes, I stand here each day
Anyhoo, he was cute and he was free. So we got him.
Then, for reasons beyond my comprehension, we decided to get another. He too was cute and free.
Now, these two little guys have re-ignited in my brain the old nurture-vs.-nature debate.
I've always favoured short-hair cats. They not only minimize the shed factor and the fun of cleaning up hairballs, but I think they're smarter and nicer. And I've found this (especially the smarter part) to be the case with Paws (short hair) and Puffy (the puffy one).
But there is a nurture factor I can't ignore.
Paws came from a regular home. Puffy came from a, well, how to put this? He came from a mellow home. His human parents, um, er, uh, oh hell . . . they smoked a lot of weed. And I'm beginning to think ol' Puffy got his head stuck inside a bong at a very young age.
He falls down a lot.
When Paws discovered we had two active children, he quickly decided that the best place to sleep was behind the couch. When Puffy gets sleepy, he falls over wherever he is and passes out.
Paws strikes at his toys with the precision and skill of a practised mouser.
Puffy misses often. It's like he's seeing three of them, and hasn't figured out that you aim for the middle one. He also fights with unseen objects fairly regularly.
When Paws sees the boys coming, he moves quickly and with great stealth.
Puffy lies there and allows himself to be "steamrolled" by Sontoo. And he falls down a lot.
Paws is aware of his surroundings.
Puffy often gets his head caught in closing doors, reclining chairs, stair balusters and chair railings.
So I don't know. Nature or nurture? Is it the paws, or is it the puff?
