It's been a little while since I've been anecdote-y about the boys.  Summer
is harder for that since they spend so much time lounging outdoors and
killing mice that they're a little less playful and more independent.

... or so I thought.  I realized that I hadn't even tried to play with them
since the summer started so I marched right out and replaced the destroyed
feather wands.  Turns out, they still *love* to play.  I feel like a
terrible meowmie for neglecting this important part of our relationship

to hook his claws in the toys so that I have to remove the toys manually.
Also, when playing with a string close to my hands, Chester will
occasionally hook a claw in my skin.  Otis, plays to win.  He is unbeatable
and ridiculously athletic.  He also has the decency to retract his claws and
let the toy go.  When we play with a string where I could get hurt, he keeps
his claws in.  They are full of contradictions.

It's very hot here now for Calgary.  Chester stays inside all day waiting
for it cool down.  Otis lies in the backyard, feet splayed out and
semi-comatose in the heat.  He loves it.  Poor Chester doesn't get out much
now though since he's not allowed out at night.

Otis is a real PITA.  He gets up at three or four AM and races around
looking for action.  He takes a long time to settle in at night too.  He's
costing us lots of sleep and will spend the next few nights yowling in the
basement.  You know, he's been trouble since day #1 and, these days, with
all the other pressures I have, I sometimes find it a bit much.  Of course I
desperately love him and continue to put his needs above my own, but
occasionally I wish he could just be a normal cat.

Otis was 9 in January and Chester turned 9 on July 19th (estimated).  They
are gloriously healthy with shiny coats and lots of zip.  I'm very proud of
them.

Susan M
Otis and Chester