gentlemen

cats really are a wonderful species.

as always, harvey and sonar are both raging with the cat-equivalent of teenage/adolescent human male testosterone. they (play-)fight constantly. Unbeknownst to me (a mere human), the green light for the hide/hunt/ambush/wrestle/kill game is never turned off. It's on till the break of dawn.

...except if one of the combatants is unable to fight.

Even when Harvey & Stinky have been all worked up and in the midst of one of their fight-to-the-death wrestling sessions, they have never attacked Stinky while he's been sick. Believe me, they've approach Stinky and gotten up in his face to sniff him as if they were about to pounce on the sickly kitty... but they always just sniffed Stinky for a second before turning around and resuming the Battle-of-Epic-Proportions with the other healthy feline opponent.

I'm glad to report that Harvey & Sonar have been very gentle and courteous to Stinky in the past few days. It's such a display of kindness and sweetness that it pulls some very deep "heart-strings" when witnessed first-hand. I am so proud of my 3 gentlemen.

There must be some un-spoken rule among cats that states, "do not attack a brother if he is sick or wounded."

Sonar demonstrated the same restraint when Waify was sick. Again, you must believe me when i say that Sonar very much wanted to wrestle Waify. (At that time, she was his only wrestling-mate. He had no one else to ambush except the occasional fly/bug.) But when Waify became gravely ill, Sonar somehow knew that she was in some life-threatening trouble and was in no shape to tussle with him. He simply approached her, sniffed her, licked her, then meandered elsewhere like a true gentleman.

if only we humans could be like cats.