The cat with some serious lungs is hanging out where nobody can easily pet him, staring into space, maybe hoping to catch his humans’ plane on its approach. Nah. Probably watching all those birds, lizards and squirrels who taunt him when he’s not allowed to be outside. Tiki listens to Tom and Alaire. With Somara and me, he treats us like substitute teachers as he leads us on exhausting chases.
Overall, he and his “brothers” (Angel and Jack) have been well behaved this stint. No escapes, no serious messes, just the usual antics. For Tiki, it’s his voice. For a little cat (under 10 pounds), his lungs could outmatch an opera singer. I wouldn’t exchange the fun I’ve had with him for anything because when you pick him up, his purr engine gets rolling and he makes humans melt with how cute he really is. I wonder if cats are aware of this? I think the jury remains out within the Scientific community due to cats having limited intelligence and memory compared to primates.