Nose to nose, then paws to paws. Teeth to teeth and jaws to jaws. Oh no! What are my marmalade brothers doin' this time?
I'll tell you what they're doin'. They're havin' a discussion but with those two, discussions get a little heated. Truth be told however, they very rarely ever get past the nose to nose phase although you can hear 'em a mile away... LITERALLY.
The ten of us get along really very well. Oh sure, there are minor disagreements now and then. Just the other day, my Auntie Primrose shoved me off the pink chair in the family room. She has decided that that is her spot these days and didn't want me sleepin' in it. MOUSES!
And then there's Tess. Tess, Tess, Tess... What can I tell you about my sister Tess? She's a growler, for sure. She growls at air! It's true. She does it all the time. Peep #1 says she's as foul as a chicken when she gets in one of her moods, which happens at least once every couple days if not more.
And my sister Mason is always tryin' to hone in on everyone else's dinner but that very rarely turns nasty. Most of us just share with her. We know that the peep will give us more and we all kind of feel sorry for Mason on account of the fact that she was starvin' to death when she first came to live with us. It's true. Poor Mason was nothin' but skin and bones. She has plumped up, considerably, since then.
But back to those marmalades. I don't know what it is with them but they just can't seem to get along. It's weird 'cause they're both gingers and gingers are supposed to be good-natured and all and really, they are with the rest of us but with each other, it's a totally different story.
Seville has short hair and Rushton has long fluffy fur but other than that, they have a lot in common. For starters, they're both marmalades.
Secondly, they're both huge. And when I say huge, I actually mean HUGE! I often joke that those two are twenty pounders which is a bit of an exaggeration but only a bit. Those two brothers of mine are big boys for sure. Rushton can stand up on his hind legs and place his front paws on my peep #1's waist. It's true. He's that big. And my peep isn't that short. Not really. Oh sure... she's too short to reach stuff up on the very top shelf at the grocery store and sometimes has to go climbin' to get that stuff down but no one of any normal height can reach the stuff up on those top shelves. At least that's what I've been told. And did you know that the peeps who run the grocery store frown upon customer peeps climbing their shelves? Yup, that's what I hear. Has nothin' to do with my blog post, really, but I thought you might find that little tidbit of information interesting.
Anywho... back to my marmalade brothers. Seville and Rushton have other stuff in common, too. Stuff like how they both came to live with us.
The marmies - that's what I sometimes call 'em - both came to live with us in the month of December, almost exactly one year apart. Seville appeared at our back door one cold December day, just a few days before Christmas and the very next year, Rushton appeared in the backyard one cold December night about a week before Christmas, tryin' to eat the bread Peep #2 had put out for the birds.
Seville once tried to convince me that he was a Christmas present left by Santa Claus but I know better. I monitor all reindeer activity during the month of December - every year - and I know for a fact that there wasn't a flyin' deer within fifty miles of our house on the two days those two arrived. I checked it twice and everything.
Here's another interestin' similarity between the marmies... they both arrived, neutered. MOUSES!
Plus, they both had ear stuff goin' on. No... they didn't have mites.
Seville has a tattoo in his ear but the peeps couldn't trace it. Apparently, there's no national database for those ear tats so unless you can find the exact doctor who did it, it's pretty much useless. The peeps think he might have ended up in a movin' van or somethin' from out west and managed to escape once here in Nova Scotia 'cause after all the phonin' she did about that tat, she was convinced he came from out of province.
Seville thinks his tattoo is cool. Thinks he's a dude or somethin'. And he very well might be a dude. Peep #1 calls him Dude a lot and once, at the doctor's office, the nurse called him a dude and she had no idea that Ol' Peepers had already been callin' him that. The only thing holding Seville back from bein' a real dude is his lack of a ranch. Oh... and a horse. And a hat.
Rushton doesn't have an ear tattoo. Instead, his ear was docked. Yup, he's missin' part of one of his ears but it wasn't from fightin' or anything. Rushy must have gone through a TNR program at some point but let me make this absolutely clear... he was NOT a feral kitty. Way too peep-friendly to have ever been feral. The peeps think he might have been a barn cat or somethin' and the colony was gettin' out of control so they were all TNR'd. He had obviously had a lot of peep contact before comin' to live with us so someone had been pretty nice to him.
The marmies also share a common enemy... NOSEY NEIGHBOUR CAT. When that nosey neighbour cat comes over, Rushton and Seville both howl and howl and growl until a peep comes along to separate 'em. The growls can be heard from here to China, I am told. Okay... that's a bit of an exaggeration as China is pretty far away. But I'm sure they can hear 'em all the way to England. That's a more reasonable distance, I should think.
The only times Rushton and Seville ever make more noise than they make when growlin' at nosey neighbour cat are the times when they're growlin' at each other. They get right into each other's faces and start a-howling. They're nose to nose, they are. Nose to nose!
Then Ol' Peepers comes along and says, "Love one another. Remember you're brothers," before she goes in and separates them. That works for a bit. Works 'til they find each other again.
But like I said, the marmalade discussions very rarely go any further than the growls and the howls. There's just somethin' about those two. Somethin' about them not wantin' to get along. Of course these things take time and Rushton and Seville have only been living together for four years. Yup, four years this month. Four years isn't long at all.