Loki, the youngest in our group and one of the orange tabby boys, is nicknamed bobble head. He is just barely 2 yrs old and he loves to play with everything. He keeps his head moving, making sure not to miss a thing. He lets us touch his paws, play with the pads of his feet, rub his belly, anything really just to keep all the attention. He is our little lover.
Whenever anyone isn't feeling well, he is the nurse in charge. Loki will hardly leave the side of the designated patient. If you're in for a full day of bedrest, he's got your back - literally. He loves to lay sprawled out all along your back. With me, he loves to lay on my hands when I am sleeping and one of his favorite spots with Steve is curled up at the top of his head.
Steve had surgery on his hand yesterday and Loki spent all night next to Steve. As soon as I brought Steve home he's had a ginger shadow following him.
Habi on the bottom and Loki sprawled out over the top.
Loki is such a sweetheart and both of our girls (kitty cat girls) love him, too. Bobble head thinks that he's a vampire. One of his favorite tricks is to pounce on any of the other three cats and bite them in the neck. The girls find it funny, while Loki's brother, Habi, gets positively ticked off and usually some form of cat wrestling gets started. There's rolling and hissing and more rolling and running. The funny thing is, the only one upset is Habi. (Little brothers are so annoying, aren't they, Habi?!) The girls usually whack Loki in the head with a paw or run away, which leads to room to room tearing around for several minutes. They love it!
We have a wonderfully fun and happy household. We are evenly divided, too. Three girls and three boys. Steve was outnumbered for awhile there, but the addition of the boys quickly evened things up.
...but if anyone asks, no, we don't need any more cats. This is plenty!
Have a great day!
Kristin