I was standing by the stove, stirring a pot of yummy Cincinnati chili, when I realized the “tinkle tinkle tinkle” of Christmas tree ornaments was more persistent than usual. Glancing over my shoulder, I discovered a new ornament on my tree: It was only a matter of time. I’m surprised it took Mischief a full week to get herself into that predicament. (If it had been Mayhem, the tree would be horizontal. So far, so…
I’ve gotten used to the random thunderings of Mischief and Mayhem galloping through the house, wrestling with each other, and occasionally knocking something askew. Last night, however, things got a bit out of hand. After a 45-minute John-Woo-meets-Jackie-Chan kitty combat and acrobatics marathon, the random thundering and ka-thunks became an extended, cartoon-like series of crashes. Imagine if you will, a seven-pound cat and a five-foot-high freestanding cabinet, draped in a decorative table runner and adorned…
Since Mayhem and his sister joined the family, I’ve been a little worried about him. He’s smaller than his sister by at least a pound, and his hunting skills aren’t nearly as well developed. He alternates between being hyper-focused and being easily distractable, so I call him my ADD kitty. I continue to find reasons to be concerned. Last night during dinner, I heard the tell-tale ka-thump of Mayhem leaping off counter. Remembering that I…
The new cats we adopted in August came equipped with terribly mundane names. I believe cats choose their own names, and the mundane ones simply didn’t fit. After less than 24 hours with our new fur kids, it was clear that their true names were Mischief and Mayhem. Mischief is heavy and less than graceful, but hardwired to be a huntress. Mayhem, on the other hand, is lithe, laid back, and cuddly — but he…
The pitter patter of puddy paws has returned to the humble abode. Eight puddy paws, to be exact. Meet Mischief and Mayhem, the Trouble Twins: This sister-brother duo are supposedly part Maine Coon, part tabby. On the left is Mischief, the girl. She insists on biting the roots of my hair and attacking her brother. All. Night. Long. On the right is Mayhem, the boy. He’s a cuddler and a climber. They seem very happy…
