Two weeks ago we finally brought our adopted kitty home. He is two months old, and lots of fun.
I was a little worried at first, thinking how Juancho, who is THE PET in the house, will react to the new addition. It is a different situation than when we moved in with Michael three years ago, since Punkin was 18 years old and she didn’t care about her new roommate. We still miss her.
At first we couldn’t have them in the same room. Bob was totally freaked out at that big furry thing running around the house, a.k.a. a dog. And Juancho was too curious about his new friend to leave him alone. But after two days, they are almost best friends. I am so proud of my boy, he is the best dog ever – so smart and loving and well behaved. He is a sweetie.
They are pretty good together, although both of them like to eat each other’s food and water. They can be nose to nose and butt to butt, and Juancho has resigned to share his water bowl with his little brother.
Bob is simple. He doesn’t care about fancy toys, luckily for us. He loves groceries bags; he will play inside them and come running out. His favorite toy is a string with a fake mouse attached at the end. Michael walks around the house with the string coming out of his pocket, and Bob will follow him everywhere.
We are not sure why, but sometimes he thinks he is a monkey or a bird. He will climb on our backs and sit on our shoulder while we are at the computer or at the tv, and hang out there. Pretty funny.
He shares the Scrabble obsession with me.