Jack’s life revolves around learning and getting into things, he gets up in the morning thinking about what he can get into. Hurley is the exact opposite; his main focus in life is eating followed by sleeping. Remember Jack and Hurley are brothers from the same litter. You wouldn’t know it if you saw them, Jack is skinny like a Grey Hound and Hurley is more like a bowl of fat.
Even when Hurley was a tiny little kitten he was more interested in food than anything else. At feeding time he’d be climbing our legs in anticipation of food, then mash his face in the bowl and end up with wet all over his face.
A little known fact about kittens is that they’re messy, very MESSY. Once a day we’d let them out of the bathroom for supervised play while I cleaned up their mess. Hurley’s brother and sisters couldn’t wait to get out and explore, not Hurley. He wanted to rest, so I’d have to clean around him.
We call him Joey Chestnut, the hot dog eating champion. Hurley eats his food so fast I don’t think he tastes it. He powers through it so he can push other cats out of the way and eat their wet. I try to give him a little extra so it takes him a little longer…he’s like a vacuum.
When we’re eating dinner he’ll get up on the table and steal food from Bob. He knows not to do that with me because I won’t share food. I don’t want to encourage the bad behavior, though it’s probably too late now. The thing is Hurley will eat just about ANYTHING, not just your usual suspects like chicken and pork. His favorite is asparagus, Saturday he ate FOUR stalks of asparagus. I made BLT’s a few weeks ago and there was a piece of bacon left. He got up on the counter and stole the entire piece and ate it, like a dog would. He never put it down; he kept it in his mouth and just munched on it. I’ve never seen a cat eat people food like he does. One time I made chicken skewers and he stole a piece of chicken and hid in the cat condo to eat it. Another time he bit Bob’s thumb because he thought it was chicken. The absolute funniest thing was when he stole a piece of spicy sausage. He ate it, but he shook his head afterwards and ran to the water dish. Most cats would have stopped when the spice hit them, not Hurley.
We have this ongoing debate about how Hurley learned to fetch. Bob thinks he taught him, I think I taught him, in reality I think he figured it out himself. That’s about the only exercise he gets. He’s very particular about what kind of mouse he’ll use. It has to be one that he’s broken in properly. He dunks them in the water dish and pulls the plastic inside of them out. You end up with just the outer ‘fur’ covering, he’ll dunk that as well and bring you a soaked mouse. Jack LOVES the plastic insides and they always disappear after awhile, I'm pretty sure Jack has a stash of them in his secret hiding place. If you try to throw a brand new mouse Hurley will just look at you like “you think I’m going to get that?” When he was little he would play mousie for hours, now he gets tired after a few throws.
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