Of the many reasons why I’m glad Linus came in from the cold, one of the best has been to see how his presence rejuvenates Cookies. Linus is probably only about 2 years old and still has a kittenish desire to play. And play. And play. He’s very happy to grab a toy and play by himself, or have us play with him. But his favorite thing to do is wrestle with Cookies. When they first started to play together there was a dominance hierarchy edge to it, but now that they have settled in with each other the play aspect of it has fully taken over. Is that the cavalry thundering through our living room? No, it’s just the cats chasing each other. Other times, epic mixed martial arts-style smackdowns take place any time, anywhere, including in our bedroom at 4:30 am. Sometimes Cookies rolls onto his back to get things going, as if to say “OK, young apprentice, give me your best shot!” And then it’s on like Charles Bronson. If Linus pauses, Cookies will whap him with his paw: “Grasshopper, Sensei says you’re not finished!” And the wrestling starts all over again. Since Linus moved in Cookies has lost weight from all the activity and has a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He’ll randomly take a victory gallop through the house, leaping on and off tables and couches and then finishing with a grooming session. It’s hilarious.
It can be tough to capture these play sessions in photos, but the other day I happened to have a front row seat. I felt like I needed to strut around holding a sign indicating what round we were in since it went on and on. Here’s what transpired.