I've gotten a lot of requests for updates on Mimsey and Nigel, so I asked my mom if she could let us know what the kittens have been up to.
Thanks for the report, Mom. And thanks for the pictures, Dad.
It hardly seems possible that it has almost been one year since we drove to Chicago and picked up these sweet little creatures. Nigel is slightly bigger than Mimsey, but Mimsey outweighs him. Mimsey has the typical skinny tail, while Nigel's tail continues to be Charlene-like floofy. They hardly look like they came from the same litter. It is a good thing that Mimsey has her brother to chase her from one end of the house to the end of the porch, since she needs the exercise, or she might get chubby! Nigel is the playful one. He loves batting around the sparkle balls and squeaky mouse toys, often just entertaining himself. Mimsey chooses to lounge on the porch rocking chairs or the end of our bed. They both are leapers! The other day Nigel jumped on my plant stand, knocking the plant into a crock that was close by. Luckily, neither Nigel nor the plant or crock got harmed! I was not happy!
Dave and I see a huge difference in the amount of affection they show us. Having been dog people for many years, we were used to the affection and adoration that most dogs give their owners. Although Nigel and Mimsey spend a lot of time hanging out together, they do spend more and more time with us, too, often following us from room to room. I think they hear the car come into the driveway, because they both are standing in the hallway by the door when we come in. We don't get the jumping back flips like our dog, Jake, used to do when we returned home, but in their own way, they rub up against our legs and purr as if to tell us, "Glad you're back."
I take them to our vet's office to have their nails clipped. Even though I have cat scissors to do this myself, I haven't quite gotten up the nerve to do it. Those nails sure do grow fast! Two white cats create lots of white hair on everything. I know now I should have done a better job at getting them used to being brushed. They will tolerate it for a short time, but also try to disappear when I show up with a brush.
Both Nigel and Mimsey are big-time purrers, especially when they jump up on my lap. To me, this is saying, "You guys are OK!"