Kiki: the third cat

The whole time I always say to myself that Kiki thinks he is a dog; not a cat. He is a cheerful cat. Unlike Domi and Keni who like to spray their urine anywhere when they feel threatened, Kiki will choose to hide or attack when he feels threatened. If he thinks he cannot defeat the enemy, he will hide in my bedroom. I never catch Kiki in the act spraying his urine anywhere. But Kiki hates Keni the most. He always growls at Keni when he meets him. He always wants to attack Keni. I understand this because they want to show their dominance.

But because Keni can always spray anywhere without my knowledge and Kiki cannot (I don't know either he doesn't know how to spray or he doesn't want the room to smell bad), this makes Kiki really angry at Keni. Maybe.

I think a pet like Kiki is everybody's dream pet. When he sleeps on my bed, he loves clean and fresh sheets. He loves to sleep under my armpit, on my belly, or between my legs. When I greet him while he is relaxing or playing, he never forgets to bunt his head to my face, and meows softly with his loud purr. He often licks my finger; just like what a dog does to his master. He never tries to lick my face. Maybe he thinks that's impolite.

One thing he loves to do outside when my husband and/or I are outside is to roll on the ground full of dry soil, exposing his belly. When my husband and I touch or scratch his belly, he will roll and roll again until his whole body is full of dirt. When Keni and Domi know about this, they will also do what Kiki does; rolling and rolling on the ground. Kiki is like giving virus of happiness to other cats. They forget about fighting. They don't care if they are dirty. They just want to feel happy. And that's because of Kiki, spreading the virus of happiness.