Red Kitty-Boys Rumble

My red kitties rumble every morning. Actually only one of the red kitties belongs to me (or more accurately, I belong to him), Maui. The other is Wesley. He lives with my sister and comes to my apartment every day for kitty day care.




Wesley (sometimes called Bubba-Dubbs or Mr Whistle)



Maui (Mr. Mau, Mau-Mau and many other embarrassing names)



ShyAnn (Baby Shy, Bee-Bee)

Wesley is invited in after Maui and ShyAnn have eaten their morning kibbles. If I allow him in before they finish eating, Wesley bumps them away from their food dishes for a morning snack.

He strides purposefully to the favored water dish in the kitchen and settles for a long sip-sip-sip of fresh water. Then the rumble begins. Maui grabs Wesley's tail. They sit on their haunches for a stare-down and then are off chasing around and behind furniture. Eventually one will leap and land in a full body slam on the other. They wrestle, break apart and race to hide behind my scooter. This morning Maui leapt to the scooter seat and Wesley grabbed his butt, fell off and hid between the wall and the scooter. Then on a signal only they heard, they tore off, side-by-side toward the bedroom.

They'll rumble for maybe fifteen minutes. The next time I see them, they will be snuggled, stretched, draped or otherwise posed in cat-bliss--and sleep most of the day.

ShyAnn remains disdainfully out of the arena when they play. She has no time for such nonsense. My dog, Ugi, snoozes next to me in our favorite chair--he likes to play, but cat play makes no sense to him.

I'm endlessly entertained by these huge red kittens. They abandon themselves to the moment. Their pooched-out muzzles tell me it's great fun. They don't care about ungraceful landings or launches. They run, leap and wrestle until they're done--and move on to the next of their day's agenda items. I get to sit and chuckle and laugh out loud for a full fifteen minutes every morning.

Is there a better way to start my day?