Happy Birthday Elvis & Sausage

Today my cats, Elvis and Sausage are 7 years old. 49 years in cat years. All they do is sleep, eat and shed hair all over my house. They are indoor cats as I live on the 3rd floor (4th floor for Americans) but can entertain themselves looking out of the window at people and cars and bikes and dogs and pigeons and the Hare Krishna's that regularly pass by my window with their miniature cymbals.

I brush them occasionally, but it's a hell of a job and hair gets everywhere! It really is fascinating how there is no end in site with their hair... it just keeps coming (off). This may all sound rather negative, but the cats are very sweet and loving.

Sausage is the larger of the two, weighing in at almost 6 kg. He is bulimic, obsessed with food, gorges himself on whatever is available and then throws it up again. Elvis is the opposite and very relaxed about food. He is in fact so relaxed that he'll stand back and let his brother eat his portion which makes it hard to leave them alone for a couple of days even with enough food. You just know it's not going to be shared evenly.

Elvis talks a lot and Sausage likes to lick hands. Elvis likes playing with (unused!!!) tampons for some reason. He loves how they skid across the laminate floor. If you throw a scrunched up ball of paper he'll go get it and bring it back to drop it at your feet. Good dog Sausage likes playing sometimes too, but genuinely looks embarassed if you catch him playing with a stuffed mouse. He'll see you looking and then pretend he wasn't playing with it.

I hope they continue to live a healthy and happy life here with me. It's so gezellig!