Cyle was an 'only kitty' until his little brother came along. He was THE spoiled kitty! He had to learn to adapt to that small little whiney thing, when Cotton came along. He didn't understand why Cotton wanted to constantly attack him (you could almost see the thought process of 'why won't that little gnat go away?" on his face.) I feared at first that he might actually hurt Cotton. Over time, he did adapt, and now over two years later, you often see him strutting by Cotton, as if to say 'catch me if you can!"
They are a joy to watch, and only every once in a while do I have to say 'OK boys, go sit in the corner' as they got too serious in their play.........not that they listen to me or anything.........just like children, lol!
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