Calvin, naturally, had to be in the middle of it. We were joking about him exulting in his Imperial conquests.
We always called him our Rebel Cat because he used to sit on Steven's desk in the Star Wars room and use his tail to sweep the stormtroopers off the desk and into the trash can. Cracked me up every time he did it! He also loved to knock the lightsaber out of Darth Vader's hand. Additionally, he has a lovely camouflage coat that would be perfect for the forest moon of Endor.
Doogie, on the other hand, is our Sith Kitty. He's stormtrooper colored, and he chose a particular Yoda years ago as his personal chew toy. When Doogie would not leave that Yoda alone, Steven finally gave it to him. Yoda has been kicked around, chewed up, and horribly mistreated.
|Hey! You'd better not be messing with Darth Vader's shuttle up there!|
The can went home with that guy last night. It will now be a trash can in his son's room. In fact, a lot of stuff went home with the guy. Steven made a nice little chunk of change off of him.
It felt a little sad to see things with memories attached leaving our house. But Steven said we still have the cats who helped make those memories, so isn't that the important thing?
Indeed it is.