Romeo

Romeo

Romeo was a beautiful kitten who grew into a gorgeous adult cat.  My sister Merry, calls him “Mr. Handsome.”  He and Rusty get along very well, and sometimes they get very rambunctious, running all over the house.  Sometimes, it sounds like big dogs running.  They have “heavy” feet.

Romeo is a flyer.  He loves to leap onto the tops of the shower walls.  He feels very comfortable there, and it’s one of his favorite grooming places.  He also leaps up there when he knows I want to give him a combing.  Smart cat!

Yes, he is a very smart cat indeed.  He opens all the closet doors in the house.  Nothing is sacred as far as he’s concerned.  He owns the house.  We have mirrored closet doors in the master, and he pulls one side, walks to the other side of the door.  He measures it.  No, not open enough!  Walks back to the first side, and pulls some more.  Measures the opening again.  Still not big enough.  Pulls some more.  Now, it’s open enough and he’s IN.  There are several bi-fold doors in the house, too.  He knows how to open them.  There’s a different methodology enlisted for these.  He pulls from the center where the two parts meet!  Keeps pulling until there’s an opening big enough for Romeo and he’s IN.

Rusty

Rusty

As his name implies, Rusty is a rusty-hued red tabby.  He is also an Exotic.  He is also the cutest and most comedic cat I’ve ever had.  His flat face is always so expressive, and I love the way he closes his eyes momentarily when he speaks to us, wanting to get his point across.  His eyes match the color of his siillkky fur coat.  When he was a kitten, I had to make sure I held him VERY firmly so as not to let him slip through my fingers.

My husband Bob and I got Rusty to be a playmate for Patches.  You see, Patches came with her brother Buster from Canada.  We expected to have the both of them for a long time.  It didn’t work out the way we planned.  (Not much in life does, right?)  Poor Buster became very ill (won’t go into details), and after much medicating, running to different specialists, and stressing him and ourselves, he decided when it was time to say goodbye.

Anyway, we knew that poor Buster (so very sweet, beautiful and loving), was going to leave us and we didn’t want Patches to be alone.  So, we got Rusty while Buster was still with us.  It was so touching that Rusty bonded with Buster right away, and those two were inseparable.  It was so special that Buster put up with the antics and pestering of the Rusty kitten.  As it turned out, (speaking of planning), Patches wanted to have nothing to do with Rusty, and little Rusty was quite alone after Buster left us.  So, what was the natural thing in a situation like that?  We had to get a playmate for Rusty!  In comes Romeo.