Friends again

I didn't realize it until I saw this the other day, but Mojo and Gunnar hadn't been cuddling. Maybe for a month or two? I saw this and thought it was so cute and realized I hadn't seen it in a while. They've always been best buds. But a while back, they were playing and Gunnar clawed Mojo on the snout and really hurt Mojo. And Mojo remembered. Gunnar would try to nuzzle Mojo—who carried a grudge. They finally made up this week and are bros again. It warms my heart.

Little brother

Hanging out.

So far, Ozzy's been a pretty good little brother to Gunnar. It's funny to watch him emulate Gunnar and his behaviors.

• He likes the same spots: Hiding under the chairs at the dining table, flopping on the dining room table, sleeping on the foot of the bed.
• He has a similar flop style.
• He likes to wait for Mojo at the front door. So when Mojo comes back from walks, there are two kitties peering out the front door at him.
• Ozzy and Gunnar wrestle. (No claws out.) They'll roll around a little until one of them runs off. 
• They both have a similar obsession with the litter box in the morning. Gunnar used to like to use it as soon as I scooped it, and then use multiple litter boxes. Ozzy's up to the same tricks, using multiple litter boxes within minutes of each other.
• And of course, the morning ritual for all the kitties is to swam outside the bathroom door while I brush my teeth. With three, it's definitely more of a swarm now. And they both follow me around while I'm feeding the cats and Mojo. They are not above begging for treats.