Bananacatastrophe

No photos exist of the disaster that occured this morning.  The Hubby reports that Manny reached up and hooked his claws on the cutting board that held a nicely chopped banana.  The banana was due to grace MY breakfast, but instead, it hit the floor.  Oh noes!

Manny being weird

Fortunately, the crisis was erased by the surfeit of organic bananas on hand.  Oatmeal with bananas, cinnamon, and a tablespoon of peanut butter was served on schedule, and I wasn't told about the bananacatastrophe until later.

No animals were harmed in the making of today's post, and The Hubby was only upset by the banana loss for a few minutes, because Manny is too cute, and now all is forgiven.

Mealtime for Manny & Chili Bruce

https://youtu.be/oz3E7plnyts

Please pardon the mess; it was a spontaneous video taken without any forethought to lighting, water bottle placement, exercise equipment storage, etc. 

Wait to the end; you'll get a rare Hubby sighting! 

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!

Meet Manny!

Or https://youtu.be/1PrDWcGgQQQ

Manny, a riff on 'Batman', which is what the rescue named him, is rambunctious, carefree, and loving.  He's the larger of Da Boyz, but only heavier by a few ounces.  Yesterday, at the veterinarian's office, Manny climbed all over the counters, and tried to push the dog biscuit jar off the table a couple of times.  The vet says both cats are about 1-1/2 years old.  Manny likes the Cat Dancer toy, and if he's not playing with it or eating food, he gets into mischief, such as jumping on the kitchen counters or getting as close to Angel as he can to make her hiss!

Manny, trying to get at my food!

Manny has tried to eat my sandwich, and wants to see everything on our plates.  He also licks my (or The Hubby's) shirt or sweater, and purrs and makes biscuits.  When I lay down on the futon in Da Boyz's room, Manny is always at my head or across my throat.

Manny is a delight!  He is also a rascal.  I haven't heard The Hubby laugh like this in a long time.