Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy Birthday, Johnny Cash!

I can't believe it was nearly two years ago that he looked like this:

(He weighed two pounds when this photo was taken)

And now he looks like this!:

(I haven't weighed him recently, but my educated guess would be 12-14lbs)

Around here, we have a bit of a good-child/troublesome-child stereotype happening. Hobbes is the good child; there's no way around it. He's super quiet, rarely complains, makes this squeeky little chirping sound instead of meowing, is literally the softest cat I've ever met, purrs like a super-loud motorboat at the drop of a hat, and spends a good portion of his day trying to take care of people. Case and point:

(That's a bath. He's always trying to give everyone a bath. Us included.)

Johnny Cash is our troublesome child. He meows, loudly and often, and complains (mostly to be let out). He eats clothes. And shoelaces. He's the most likely to get frisky and accidentally claw you. Hobbes has always seemed to understand that you don't ever scratch a human's face when playing... Johnny Cash does not know this rule.


But regardless of all of that... he's also the sweetest cat I've ever had. He makes the most eye contact. When he meows at you and stares into your eyes, you can almost feel him trying to speak English. He's smarter than Hobbes. (Sorry, but it's true. And I suspect it's why he complains more.) He takes his collar off for fun and hides it around the apartment. He plays intense games of monkey-in-the-middle with us. When the Mr. is gone on overnights, he curls up on my shoulder and snoozes with his little chin resting on my arm. He's always the one still sleeping at the foot of the bed when I wake up in the morning. His purr is quiet and he reserves it for moments of true happiness, which makes it more rewarding. Maybe I just love an underdog, but I think he's pretty awesome.


Happy Birthday, little cat.



  1. Ahhh I love your photos. I used to have a roommate who had two cats with those same personality traits (good kid - bad kid). My heart was always fonder for the snuggly troublemaker, too.

  2. Happy Birthday Johnny! What amazing pictures and what adorable cats!!

  3. Happy birthday JC! These are beautiful photos Katy - I especially like the one of kitten JC in profile with all his fuzzies illuminated :) Riley is the bad kid too, but it just makes him more lovable ;)

  4. @Andrea - I suppose most of the time when you have two, one will be better behaved than the other, just because it's so unlikely they'll act the same... but with some pairs I think it's more pronounced, for sure! It probably helps to note that ultimately, they picked us... Hobbes LOVES my husband, whereas JC definitely prefers me. Maybe that's why I have such a soft spot for him?

    @Debi - I'm just crazy enough that I passed the message along! LOL

    @Korena - I think most cats are bad kids, it's more a question of, "how bad?" you know? I love those photos too, he was such a fuzzy little guy. I miss having a 2lb kitten around.

  5. Wow I can't believe he is two. I remember you getting him! He sounds a lot like my cat. Everything on her terms, so when she gives you affection it feels especially sweet. I've had a nasty cold for the Christmas period and she has snuggled on the bed with me while I've been feeling sorry for myself. It might just have been that I had a temperature and therefore was the warmest thing in the house, but I like to think otherwise!

    Happy Birthday Johnny Cash, you've grown into a fine specimen of a cat!

  6. @Stitched Together - I know! Time really flies. FWIW, I think animals know when we're not feeling well :)

  7. I can't believe I forgot to mention his most charming behaviour: he opens the fridge, just to lie in front of it and use it as an air conditioner. We've had to child-safety-lock it. So precious! LOL