We have very interesting cats in this household. Midnight is a, ahem, bit overweight, black, 8-year old cat. She loves to leave me little “surprises” outside of dads door in the morning to clean up. She likes her attention at eleven o’clock at night, and she can’t wait for a few hours to go to the bathroom, she MUST go at four o’clock in the morning. She’s very picky about who holds her. Now, she won’t let anybody but me hold her. Apparently, nobody else does it right.
Hobbes is the last cat. Of course, you can’t have a Calvin without a Hobbes. Hobbes is the talkative one. He will talk to you all day, if he stayed up long enough. Hobbes and Midnight have one thing in common, they are both lazy! They wouldn’t mind if you put their food in front of them while they slept, with the litter box right next to the bed. When Calvin and Hobbes go outside for the night, Calvin chases bugs, while Hobbes climbs the Oak tree, that is taller than the two-story house, all the way up. I joke that Calvin is the tamest, Hobbes is the craziest, and Midnight is average.
These cats are just plain weird!


