Reasons I love Brooks and Hunter
Brooks and Hunter are so great in very different ways. You can tell they're brothers, you see, because Brooks has Hunter's paws, and Hunter has Brooks' tail. But they are not the same kitty. Brooks is a Mamma's boy, and Hunter loves his dad. Hunter is a eating machine!!!! and you would not believe the motor on Brooks... just touch him and he'll set it off (Hunter has one, too, and he'll sometimes purr just because Brooks is). Hunter is growing bigger and longer every day, and Brooks desperately trys to make himself bigger at the food bowl, in hopes of not being pushed aside. I love that Hunter cannnot stand to not know where Brooks is; Brooks leaves a room and Hunter will begin to cry (but he's getting better). And you have got to see Hunter's "bob and weave." He's a boxer at heart. Just picture a dashboard bobble head and that's Hunter's investigative technique. I love that their new collars are twice the size of their neck, even on the smallest setting, and that we'll need to build some stairs for them to get into their new, Extra Giant, litter box. I love the way they tackle each other, twist into knots, and fly through the air. There are many things I love about our boys, and I look forward to watching them grow and evolve together. -em
posted by Emily Morris @ 7:32 AM
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