The only time I can get a picture of Peake is when he is sleeping. Truly.
When Michael and I were bringing Watson and Peake home, the only thing we had for the cats was a litter box. Adopting them came rather suddenly, as we’d only been officially looking for a few days.
So on our way home, we didn’t have a box or a carrier to put them in. So while Michael drove the car, I kept the two kittens in the front seat, between my legs. While Watson was content to curl up and purr beneath my feet, Peake felt it necessary to climb up on my lap and watch all the traffic go by.
When we go to the vet’s, Peake is the one that leads the way out of the carrier (it fits the both of them) to investigate the room.
Peake is nearly 1.25 lbs larger than Watson, and just slightly more frisky. He’s more of a proximity cat than a cuddle cat. Interestingly enough, he’s the one that purrs more often, which is saying something, because the only time they aren’t purring is when I accidentally step on them in the middle of the night.
