Charlie and George have torn into the New Year and new decade with enthusiasm. They are still growing like magic beans. George is massive; Charlie seems tiny in comparison, but he weighs 7 lbs 10 oz—above average, apparently, for a cat his age: eight months. My guess is that George is now about 10 lbs, which is more than our last male cat, even in his prime, and it’s not fat. He’s going to be a giant, I think. You can see from this picture just how big he’s getting. Kelley has amazingly large hands but he makes them look small.
The reason we know Charlie’s exact weight is that we had to take him to the vet. He has some symptoms—snoring, a huffing grunt when he exerts himself, and excessive swallowing—that reminded me of when he was developing his polyp. The vet, however, thinks it may be a reoccurrence of the kitty herpes virus that leads to cold-like symptoms and upper respiratory inflammation—which is what leads to the development of polyps, but doesn’t mean he has a polyp yet. So we’re giving him prophylactic antibiotics, keeping a close eye on him, and crossing our fingers. Other than the symptoms above he is in fine fettle. As you can see by this photo, his build is quite different to George’s.
At eight months Charlie and George are, in human terms, about eight years old. That is, they can make basic sense of the world because they’ve seen a lot of it before but, oh, there is so very much still to see for the first time. Like snow. We all woke up on Monday morning to this:
And over the next few hours the kitties were fascinated by snowfall. They had no idea what it was, but George was mesmerised by the falling flakes; Charlie was mesmerised watching George watch the flakes; and I was mesmerised watching Charlie being mesmerised by George being mesmerised. It all got very meta.

Charlie is mesmerised by me being mesmerised by Charlie being mesmerised by George being mesmerised by falling snow…
Eventually they got bored and fell asleep. George is doing this a lot, with a particular fondness for being on his back with his legs in the air. And he looks so blissed out it’s almost as mesmerising watching him sleep as it was to watch him watching the snow.
Once the snow was gone, the cedar waxwings came back and they were then mesmerised by the flock.
You can’t really tell from these photos but Charlie’s coat is quite different to George’s. George is a classic American Shorthair, but Charlie, well, Charlie isn’t.
You can see the difference a bit better in these two photos of their faces
Charlie is being particularly active at the moment, leaping on everything, balancing—and sometimes not—on everything, and jumping off from there.
He’s taken to striking a Monarch of the Glen pose, standing on the kitchen table with his front paws on the back of a kitchen chair and looking tall and noble. But I’m never fast enough to catch that pic. Here’s he’s just coming down from it.
But mainly, well, they’re cats; they sleep. The other day George spent hours sleeping on my desk, moving only to turn and sleep in the other direction as the afternoon drew on to twilight.
They’re cats, they sleep a lot. And they’re brothers, they sleep together when there’s room.
And although George is so much bigger, it’s still Charlie who always takes point and sleeps in front of his brother, protecting him from the world.
So bottom line: the cats are happy, and growing, and getting on well with each other. Over the next decade there will, no doubt, be much mis/adventure and mischief to come. When anything interesting happens I’ll post about it. Meanwhile, feel free to go reread previous kitten reports.
Happy cats.
i love that you are loving these cats and sharing them and your love of them. i keep feeling how good they are for you :)
The cats are adorable as always. It’s good to see you working on the next Hild book as well. I know life happens, but it’s been rather a long time.
Aww, what beautiful pictures of Charlie and George! Wishing them both good health and happiness as they continue to discover all of the interesting things lying in wait for them…although Charlie should take care with his tail if George is eyeing it. Our Sage had a similar fascination with his sister, Cinnamon’s tail and let’s just say Cinnamon’s tail is still recovering from the interest. (wry grin)
They are charming. And I love that cat bed between the monitor and keyboard–perfect for companionable kitties.
My favorite kitten post ever. How beautiful and alert they are — or beautiful and asleep!