Chuck and Barry are brothers from the same litter, currently about eight months old. They’re best friends and barely roam the house without each other. They’re rumored to be Bengal kitties, but I’m still unsure on that.
They don’t like to be picked up, but they’ll follow you around until you pet them. I’m often woken up in the middle of the night to two kittens barreling onto my bed and crying until I pet them.
They’re very vocal kitties — they meow when they want to be petted, they meow when they’re enjoying being petted, they meow when their food bowl is empty, they meow when they see flies and are ready to hunt, they meow when they get lost from each other in the house. They meow all the time for everything. And, sometimes, I think they meow for no reason at all.
They like food. It’s impossible to eat with two hands in the household – you have to keep swatting them away as they attempt over and over to get a bite of your food.
Barry and Chuck are indoor cats, so they wear collars with their names, my number, and “indoor cat” written on them.
They love to watch television, sleep, and be cute.
Chuck has the white mittens and the blue collar with cupcakes on it. I believe that he might be the runt of the litter – he cries a lot more for attention, often nips and suckles on me like I’m his mother (which I am), and he’s a total mama’s boy (which means he really only lets me give him lots of pats, which is okay with me). He’s much more adventurous with what he eats, but he’s a lot more dependent on Barry than vice versa.
Barry is more independent and he’s the friendliest kitty to everybody. Seriously – anybody who walks in that door will get loved up by Barry, and he’ll often go to sleep next to anybody who is on the couch. He sleeps between my legs or even on top of me at night, and we spoon in the mornings. He likes to play with toys, and my mom even taught him how to play fetch! Also, he’s always got his tongue sticking out.