No, DG isn’t writing this entry, as the title might suggest. I actually derived the title from my favorite Bill Cosby LP (which, incidentally, I had all but completely memorized by the time I was eight). It seemed like the best title for a chapter about how close The Deej is to his brother and littermate Edgar.
DG and Edgar have been buddies from day one. In fact, it almost seemed as if Edgar, who was one of the larger kittens in the litter, was looking out for little Deej. More than once, I saw Edgar take out a kitten who had DG cornered. Sure, I might have read way too much into some typical kitten-play, but sometimes it sure seemed like The Deej had a big, black bodyguard.
Fear of Repeating Hiss-tory
With the exception of Lucky, the two oldest cats are a tabby named Stripe and a black cat named Salem. Like DG and Edgar, they were littermates. And like DG and Edgar, they were best of buddies when they were babies. Then one day, when they were about six months old, I took them to be fixed. As I mentioned in Chapter 4, Stripe has never forgiven me for this barbaric act, but there was another permanent result of that fateful trip to the vet: Salem and Stripe have absolutely hated one another ever since.
Understandably, the notion that DG and Edgar would become mortal enemies was an additional worry when we took the two of the to be fixed. We desperately feared a repeat of the Salem/Stripe fiasco that, sadly, continues to this day (albeit with less frequent skirmishes due to the laziness that comes with feline aging).
I am happy to report that with their first birthday fast approaching (five days and counting!), Edgar and The Deej are still as close as can be. They still play hard and they still sleep together; in fact, even as I write this, they are upstairs cuddled together on the World’s Ugliest Chair.
The no-claw/no-blood rumbles and the kitty spooning are the day-to-day reminders, but every now and then, one of the two kittens will do something that gives us solid proof that the bros are still tight.
I’ve mentioned before how much DG loves milk. You also learned that he doesn’t get much and he doesn’t get it very often. Well, even so, if Edgar walks into the kitchen while DG is enjoying some of the ol’ two percent, The Deej will pull away and let his brother have some.
If one is sleeping and the other is bored, then often the bored kitten will spontaneously start cleaning out the other’s ears – just get right in there with that prehensile hairbrush of a tongue and root out whatever it is that’s down in there. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
They share toys. I swear, if DG finds something interesting to play with, he will seek out Edgar and show it to him. This will, 66% of the time, start a Battle for the Fuzzy/Shiny Thing that will not stop until they are both in need of a nap.