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I can get Timothy to writhe about on the floor and chirp, purely by speaking to him.

He also has a habit of flopping down in front of the Engineer and I, presenting his belly for rubbing.

Henry Lee has more than double in size since we've gotten him. He's also graduated to letting us hold him for twenty seconds, instead of his previous ten, and refers to the Engineer as "Asshole" quite frequently.

They are, collectively and singularly, utterly hilarious. The newest game is all about who can empty the water dish quicker. They wrestle, gnawing on each other's head in a fashion that truly startles the Engineer. They butt wiggle and turn sideways, complain about how they can see the bottom of the food dish again, and follow us all over the apartment.

They also get up on the kitchen table, which brings application of THE GREAT EQUALIZER:

heh.

I put it into practice when bolting for the front door was the newest game.

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...I just wanted to know, can the cats read?
I mean shouldn't your weapon of kitty behavior modification
be written in Cat-speech?

You and your logic.

Your kitties are very cute! I love Timothy's coat. My two boys just turned one this month. Wanted to say hi as well, since I've been reading your blog for a little while now. :)

Thank you so much! Feel free to stay awhile, I don't bite.

I think I will, thanks. :) I added you, if you don't mind?