Firstly, let me just start with saying that we are a bit more casual with the names around here, so it’s just good old Charlie not
CHARLES and Kizzy, not PRINCESS KIZZY, with no pomp and ceremony over breakfast for us.
Charlie was first, the only cat in this household until Kizzy came along. It was no love at first sight or no instant bonding to be formed. Tolerance rules their relationship.
It is an unwritten law, that one respects the eldest feline, and all will be good in the world. This is not always upheld by the impatient young Princess [titled by us] Kizzy. As on a hot summer’s day, all rules fly out the window, as tempers are frayed, and cold comfort is sort. At the end making them both losers. As no one gets that lovely cool spot. Even after much protest when separated.The two felines from different mothers do not have that much in common. What they do have is, they both came from a lineage of street cats, and their meowing is low key, softly done, and not consistent. It is such a pleasure to be in their company unless of course, we forget to fill up their bowls of scrumptious cat food.
Charlie, the lad, is an upstairs sort of guy, his territory at night or anytime if the truth is told is a different spot of comfort on a selection of beds. Luckily not ours, one experience with bed sharing was when we were in France, check it out – BED SHARING.As far as Kizzy is concerned, he can have it, as girls rule together outside and her spot is usually on a small part of Tequila’s bed. Though the majority of the time lately we have woken to find Tequila on the tiles and wee little Kizzy in the middle of a rather large bed! Tequila, the dog, is very laid back and very much into having peace and quiet, and will happily give up her comfort, for now, to lay on the cold tiles. I have a feeling that both have got what they want.