Although Fizzy and Topaz are sisters, they are very different. Fizzy is tall, with mostly silver tabby markings and a rough coat. Her coloring has a slight overlay of tortoiseshell. Her sister, Topaz, is a true dilute tortoiseshell, with the classic split-color face. Topaz has short legs, and is as soft as velvet. Fizzy is boisterous and sociable, with a loud “pptttrrrrrtt pptttrrrrrtt” meow, whereas Topaz is a little timid princess who hides from guests and has a quiet, plaintive little meow that cracks, as though her throat is dry.
Fizzbin and Topaz
Sunday,July 12, 2009 by buddha
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I love your kitties. Does Fizzy say words that you recognize? I like talkers, I have one of my own. I have a quiet shy kitty which I also enjoy. Cats are born with their own personalities, just like people. I wish my cats were sisters and got along with each other like your cats do. The picture showing the cats rearranging your paperwork by the computer makes me laugh. I wonder if that just happens or was that in their morning plan for the day.
Topaz “reads” the paper, the taxes, the crosswords, books, and all other shred-friendly material. I can always tell when she has been “reading” the paper, because half of it is gone or in shreds.
Topaz is so shy that I’ll probably never know her. On my last visit, though – after a couple of days, she would show up with Fizzbin. If I LOOKED at her, she took off like a shot. If I didn’t, she would hang out. So I sort of looked at her out of the corner of my eye, noticing how she was looking at me so she could see if I was looking at her, and found she couldn’t see me looking at her when it was done sneakily like this without a direct, head on look. Whew! Say that sentence ten times really fast!
They are both sensitive to loud noises (Cleo used to ignore all loud noises. ho hum, she would say). If I turn on the coffee grinder when the two girls are nearby, there is a massive, explosive scramble for safety.
What a beautiful collection of photos! You certainly do have two lovely young ladies who obviously love each other very much.
Oh I got so many smiles and chuckles from these pictures.
The ‘box’ pictures make me think of when I have had batches of kittens. They start off all being able to fit into something for warm sleeps but as they grow that no longer works. Their confusion of this growing too big thing is funny to watch. Love that your two seem to find places to still cuddle as kittens.
I so miss my old kitty and am even more determined to get a pair of kittens if at all able by winter:-)
Gotta have something to drive the two doggies nuts with and two kittens seems like a great idea!
Thanks for the smiles this morning!!