The World of Tachyon and Sophie Cleese

I know, long time no updates - and to that we apologize. Scruffles and Bear will work harder to keep you the masses who are obsessed with kittehs posted.  A brief update on all of our feline overlords - they are ruling us with their usual amount of indifference.  All are healthy and have accepted the fact that we are still residents in their domicile. They seem content as long as the treats keep coming and the litter gets cleaned out on a daily basis.

Having said all that, I would just like to focus on our two newest additions to the Scruffles and Bear clan.  We adopted Tachyon and Sophie Cleese in October of last year. When they arrived at our humble little home, they were both very shy and skittsh.  Tachyon was slightly more social than Sophie, yet still preferred to stay on the top shelves of our back bedroom, just out of petting reach. Sophie Cleese has a black belt in the art of hiding. I mean she must have trained with Navy Seals.  She would only come out long enough to eat and use the litter box. 

That was then - this is now.  Tachyon has quickly come into his own.  He is our resident love sponge, basking in the sunlight that shines through our message room curtain.  Just one look at his content and happy face, you instantly feel the urge to pet him.  He will then in turn capture your hand and not return until you have petted every single inch of fur on his body.  He loves racing Serendipity in the Catopolis 500 - which is a nightly race that we are currently trying to pitch to ESPN (sadly they never return any of our calls).  Maybe if we can get all six cats to compete at once or get some kind of sponsorship (Friskies, Red Bull?) they might take us seriously.

Sophie Cleese took a little longer to get adjusted to her new surroundings. Our two year old gentle giantess loves to sit in the dining room with us while we are typing away on our laptops. She also likes to "supervise" if I am in the kitchen cooking.  Her sworn enemy is that damn red dot that mysteriously appears on the carpet or occasionally on the living room wall. Although she gets along with the others, she and Bandit have had some issues. I think he is jealous of her amazing cat treat eating ability. He walks by her, she growls - she strolls by him, he hisses and then they each fall asleep.

I would continue writing, but seeing that Midnight has decided to help with the editing, I better stop soon. I think that Tachy and Sophie are pleased with not only our abilities as servants, but with their new brothers and sisters as well. Scruffles and Midnight (who now has his paws over my hands as I type) signing off.