We don't have any recent pictures of Teasel - mainly because he is either moving too fast or simply fast asleep. He has grown heaps and no longer looks like a kitten but a rather gangly small cat. His now silky coat has developed stunning markings and he is in danger of knocking Parsley off the 'most handsome cat in the house' pedestal. Thing is, most days Teasel tries to knock Parsley off the beanbag and the picture above (larger version here
) is entirely representative of their relationship - Teasel is blossoming into a beautiful, lively, intensely affectionate little thug.
We had wondered if neutering him might slow him down (not the reason we had it done I hasten to add) but after an apparently subdued journey back from the vets, he launched forth from the cat box to continue pinging off the furniture (he sometimes does laps) as if nothing happened.
As I write he has just leaped upon Parsley (who was sleeping soundly) and the peace of the living room has once again been shattered by a writhing ball of black-brown and grey fur accompanied by yelps, growls and hisses. It pisses Parsley off no end and Teasel just treats it as a huge game of rough and tumble. I feel very sorry for my big brown cat because he is so big hearted and even now will not use his claws on the little grey demon. Teasel on the other hand makes no such concessions. They don't hate each other, I have caught Parsley grooming Teasels ears - and Teasel returns the favour - but it turns into fighting pretty quickly. I think Parsley is still boss - just. gwynipeg
on the hand can not stand Teasel. She is the only creature in the house (including us) who can keep him in tolerable control and emits the deepest ogre-ish growl if he comes anywhere near. Gwyn has drawn blood on two occasions I know of, both times just above the eye alarmingly. But Teasel keeps pushing, he'll learn a lesson, for today. He'll check the boundaries tomorrow. And every day after.
He has also learned that if he scratches you he gets attention and I'm really trying hard to stop that. It does mean however that both of us need to work much harder at paying him positive attention and rewarding his good behaviour. So if he meows, I keep trying to respond immediately so that he learns that it is the most effective form of communication. The bit about ignoring bad behaviour is really hard however - especially if he is trying to get your attention by climbing up your thigh like a lumberjack. Not hopping around muttering 'fuck fuckity fuck' is one of the more difficult skills in life.
He's lovely really.