We are true domestic cats. I would like to point out here that I'm the undisputed boss in the house. As far as Farouche is concerned - he does not question my authority. With my weight of 11.9 lbs I have to admit that I am quite an impressive cat. My lightweight brother weighs only 9.7 lbs. Okay, I admit that I really love a good meal. But I'm far from being thick, rather muscular and sturdy - a true bodybuilder.
Comment from Farouche:
That´s right what my brother says, he is not really thick. He is however an absolute Macho, show-off and really greedy. He do nearly everything for some goodies and that includes that he is even willing to be manipulated or conditioned. That does not work with me, after all I am a strong character. From time to time he also occupies my favourite places; as a result he occasionally gets slapped in his face. I subsequently clear off and look for another nice place for myself.
Comment from Faramir:
Yes, I am willing to do quite a bit for some goodies and delicious food and I am willing to be tempted with such things. But I have so much personality that my breeder could not resist my begging. I really have that down pat. I hump up my back and stroll around my owners. If that does not work immediately, I change to a very high begging purr; that works every time and my "tin openers" will melt away. I admit, occasionally I occupy the favorite places of Farouche but that chap always finds the best ones. Being the "little boss" (that's how I am sometimes called), I am entitled to that.
To our owners we are on our most loveable and cuddliest behavior. We give them a lot of pleasure. I think there is no way they could ever give us away now. But we are also true cats and are always up to something, which Babs and Detlef are not particularly happy about - but that's something they need to accept.
Comment from Farouche:
That's never me, it is always the fatty. He even knocks over flower pots, glasses and other items which are close to the window. That happens whenever he sees the stupid stray cat Luzie from the living room window or kitchen window. Then he turns into a real Rambo. He creates a mess and - to scare her away - runs around in the living room and the kitchen as if he had been bitten by a tarantula. If no pussy-cats are outside, he gazes longingly out of the window and calls them.
Comment from Faramir:
That is right, but now I am the TOP-CAT. I must make sure that things are clearly arranged. If my brother ever tattles on me, I too have secrets to disclose! He even dares to steal our owner's socks out of the wardrobe. And Detlef did not immediately notice that, until he saw Farouche running around with holey socks in his mouth. He used his paw to open the wardrobe door a little bit and fished out the pair of rolled socks with his claw. He got what he wanted and has a huge number of socks, which Detlef allowed him to keep. He cannot use the socks any longer because they all have holes from bites.
Comment from Farouche:
So what! Finally Detlef understood that I need the socks for playing and presenting. In the course of the day I scatter the socks in the whole house as little presents. Mostly, I put down some in front of the bedroom door, others close to our feeding bowls and some in front of the two entrance doors. They may be collected by Detlef and then thrown on top of the wardrobe, so that I can pick them up again there.
Comment from Faramir:
Sock fetishist!
Comment from Farouche:
Glutton! Ouch, this word looks strange, but it is correct in that context – I have looked it up in the cat dictionary
My absolute darling is my female owner, so I occasionally nibble at her. I also love my male owner very much. He is responsible for the food (he prepares delicious dry food mixtures). Cuddling with him is also a lot of fun. But Babs takes a somewhat higher ranking in my list of favorite people. As fas as Farouche is concerned it is exactly the other way around - Detlef is his idol. He often sits with him at the desk. The mouse of his computer is chased and sometimes, accidentally, text is entered with Farouche's paw. However I prefer the place on the headrest of the boss's armchair. And that's it - perfect chair for the perfect tomcat. Often I lure Detlef away from one of his office chairs in order to seize it afterwards for myself. Actually I like to lie on one of these chairs.
When strangers come or the door bell rings, I am most curious - who might visit us? Farouche is nearly always on the run and disappears for some time. I however present my perfectly shaped body and make a good impression to the pride and joy of my co-inhabitants.
Comment from Farouche:
By the way Faramir and I have already escaped three times. Well, I was with him only once. The terrace door was open and the fly screen door was open a little bit so we used this opportunity to go for a little stroll. However, our escape was soon discovered and we were soon caught on the terrace. Faramir escaped two more times but he didn't get very far either time. As a true Superman/Hercules he has the knack of it now as he uses his strength to push the fly screen door open. First he squeezes the right front paw between the fly screen door and the door frame. Then he uses his head and body to press the fly screen door open. He does not fear any consequences.