Our other boy, Max, has always been the smart one — the kind of kitty that you look at and know that he is really an old spirit trapped in a fuzzy kitty body. He started doing “dog-like” things on his own when he was very young: playing fetch, jumping up in the air to catch items I threw, retrieving mail. He can do a series of tricks: sit, stand, down, stay, and listens and responds very easily to commands. When I say hello to Max, he always responds with a meow.
Rufus is the opposite. To put it nicely, he’s our sweet and cuddly cat — the one that always wants to snuggle, the one that always needs and wants a hug, the softest little bunny bear marshmallow of a cat ever. Unlike his older brother, he has been impossible to train due to a massive case of ADD. He cannot focus on anything for very long unless it’s food, in which case he is so obsessed he can’t think of anything else.