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Meet the Cats: Laptop and Boboko

How We Got Our Names

BOBOKO: I am a literary cat. I was named after a character in Charles de Lint’s book Mulengro, a most eminently catlike cat who impressed our Mom so much that she decided there and then that she would name the very next cat who claimed ownership of her after him. The two of us, myself and Mom, met in a pet shop when I was about eight weeks old, just a ball of fluff with feet. She decided there and then that I was her Boboko—and here we all are.

LAPTOP: I was named by Daddy, because Mom already named my brother. I’m not certain why he picked Laptop, but since I talk a lot Mom often calls me “Yaptop” and that works too.

Who We Are

We’re brother and sister, born in the same litter—our mother was a gray striped tabby, and our fathers… might have been rather different.

We love each other very much, except when we’re trying to kill each other at three o’clock in the morning and wake up Mom by yowling as though we’re dying, but all we’re really doing is playing. We like to sleep in the daytime, though, and we often do it curled up together on some comfortable armchair. We are also very helpful around the house, especially when it comes to opening parcels, interfering with cooking, being underfoot, and generally mucking around with our box full of fuzzy toys.

We like Friskies cat food, and we very very much like kitty treats. We’ve been known to climb up Mom’s leg—with claws out!—to get at the treats if she’s too slow about getting them out for us.

Boboko is a lovable, klutzy, utterly photogenic fluffy cat whose looks and temper point to Maine Coon blood somewhere in his ancestry. He likes to climb things (and fall off them). He’s a loving little darling who loves being picked up and rough-housed, and purrs like a cat five times his size. A trademark of Fur’n’purr on a line of plush toys is being considered…

Laptop is a dignified and very lovely sleek short-hair tuxedo cat, with twice the brains of her brother and oodles of loving to give… on her own terms, and in her own time. She does not abide being picked up, as this is beneath her dignity, but she does come in every night and curl up behind Mom’s knees under the covers.