lavendertook

Oh, I'm a big appreciator of cat antics. A good thing, too, since we have to endure ("be delighted by") so many. Ours, unlike yours, are bosom buddies, but they're virtual litter mates. When we had four cats a few years back, we adopted the grown mother of litter mate brothers, which we had got to be companions to an older cat whose litter mate brother had just died. The grown mother did not remember her sons or they her, but your story of Moo and Tuxie makes me think it wouldn't have altered things if she had. A dominant cat, very extroverted and sociable, very affectionate, she cozied right up to our older cat, who loved her as a grooming and bed-buddy. The two younger cats were still in their can't-sit-still years. Although she was only eighteen months older than they, her attitude towards her sons was decidedly bossy. She slept with them, groomed them, but they had to do what she wanted and not the other way around. If they tried playing with her when she didn't feel like it, get in the basket with her and the older cat when she didn't want them in there, she'd put her ears back and slap them around with intent. She didn't break the skin, but I am sure they could tell she was Seriously Displeased. If they were desperate for company they'd just put up with it until she gave up and let them get close. Otherwise they'd slink off and try again later. The foursome was endlessly amusing to us. Sounds like your three keep you entertained, too.