100 Pounds of Dynamite

Sophie found out that my head is higher than my shoulder, and that my hat gives her just enough support to have a rest.

As of a week ago the kittie cats are here. They are two white Devon Rex cats, both girls, named Sophie and Josie, after my grandmothers.

Here they are, Sophie on the left and Josie on the right:

They are 3 months old and other than a slight heart murmur, which is common up until about 1 year old, the vet says they are nice and healthy.

They love to play and they have a great time with each other. This breed loves to be held, and really loves to climb:

They’ve been living in the same space since they were born, so at night they can usually be found snuggling up with each other:

They love to chase after the feathers-on-a-wand toy and we have a lot of fun getting exercise with it. They’ve also made it all the way up to the near the top of the cat tree, which is no small accomplishment for little girls this small.

Their personalities are still forming. When I first picked them up Sophie was clearly the more dominant and intrepid one. That seems to have flipped a bit now. Josie was first to climb all the way up the cat tree and Sophie has only followed her up most of the way. Josie also seems to have more energy than Sophie and usually tries to wake her up when she’s trying to go to sleep.

So far it’s been great to have them. They play when I’m here and mostly sleep when I’m gone. On the weekend they’ll play a whole lot and then they’ll start to slow down - shortly they’ll be finding the best place for a nap. That usually starts out on my lap. When they get sleepy I’ll put them someplace more comfortable (for me

The breed is also quite peculiar in that they’ve been known to play fetch. They haven’t been quite as consistent since, but here is a video of Sophie fetching one of those crinkly mylar balls.