1 pair of sneakers ripped to shreds
1 figurine smashed to sharp little bits
1 vase that underwent the same fate
All the destruction aside, they are quite funny to watch. Their little tiny furry bodies are full of energy, they run around chasing each other, toy mice, leaves and whatever they can find to chase all day long.
Today I noticed that they nicely illustrate the difference between men and women, young and feline as they are.
Donder, who is a boy, purrs as soon as he sees a human being approaching. All he needs to purr even loader is food, cat milk, a human who throws his toy mouse for him and/or some TLC. And he doesn't care who scratches his tiny little ears, as long as they are scratched.
When he experiences something he doesn't enjoy, like getting his ears filled with anti-mite cream or a pill shoved down his throat, he forgets about it in about five seconds.
Bliksem however is a different story. She only purrs if she thinks something is worth purring over. Cat milk is very often worth showing her appreciation, but only if she's in a good mood.
She loves a little TLC every now and then, but does prefer some daily 'me-time'. Which she spends grooming her grey velvety fur or just sitting somewhere and observing her empire (formerly known as our living room).
When someone puts something disagreeable in her ears or mouth, she most certainly will not forgive and forget. The perpetrator has to make his or her way back to being tolerated by offering gifts (like a really big leaf) or candy (liver flavoured preferred).
The funny thing is that my boyfriend seems to get along better with Donder, and I myself am better friends with Bliksem. Go figure ;)
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