Introducing Chili Bruce Lee!

Chili, the picture of innocence...HA!

Chili Boxed

Chili in front with tail in the air, Manny behind
waiting for those magic doors to open!

Named Bruce Wayne by the animal rescue, we've played around with our boy's moniker until it's evolved into Chili Bruce Lee.  The veterinarian declared that Chili has some Oriental cat breed in him, as indicated by his body shape, glossy fur, and head shape...hence the 'Bruce Lee' extension to his name.  Chili has one white whisker, and is only a few ounces lighter than brother Manny.  If Manny's Alpha-cat personality ranks an 11 on the 1 to 10 scale, then Chili is about 8-1/2; still plenty full of energy, but he can quietly sit in a box too.  When the two of them hit the open door, all humans and cats WATCH OUT...the beasts are unleashed and you'd better stay out of their way!

Chili also licks my fleecy tops, and likes to lay on my legs, and then wriggle up to my chest for a nap.  Angel hisses at both of Da Boyz, however she's allowed Chili to sit near her for a couple of minutes in silence.  Chili will not let a morsel of food escape his notice!

I look forward to spending the upcoming work break with all of our cats, as the office is closed from 12/25/17 to 1/2/18.  Being in charge of several off-site and all-day work meetings this week, I've barely caught my breath.  And the substantial snowfall that occurred on Wednesday, ate up a lot of my free time due to driving VERY SLOWLY on the snow-choked roads.  I promise to visit all of my blogging friends soon!

So, Do You Want Some Photos Of Da Boyz?

Manny has scaled Mount Refridge

"Chili" not sitting still for a photo

Um...yeah, this is what most of
my photos look like...

This is the best I have done so far!  As I arrive home after the sun has set, and I leave again when it's just gotten up, the lighting STINKS for photographing black furrs.  And they are on the MOVE constantly, plus when I get near with my phone, they headbunt me and lick my fingers.  Or, they lay all over me and purr, and how can I make a good image of that?

As for Angel, she's doing sorta okay.  The Hubby isn't keen on her constant hissing and growling, but it's getting less every day.  I tell him to remember that she's had run of the place for over 13 years, and now these noisy, nosy teenagers get all up in her grill so FAST; I'd growl too!  But, there is no angry stuff, no fluff suits, no whapping or charging.  And it's only been four whole days...

Manny will forever be Manny, but we are still on the fence with his brother's name.  We've switched to Chili, however that doesn't seem quite right either.  Heck, I've called him Buster Brown enough times to make THAT his name!  (Actually, I say "I love you!" in his soft fur so often, he may start responding to it!)