pooch and puffy

We have two Cats.
We had one, and then she had one. She is called pooch - short for poocha, and weve named him puffy - short for pufferfish, which is what he resembles if anyone goes near him.
our pooch is a darling - she lets you pet her, and stroke her , and shake her and kiss her..and play wonderful games. she comes to the door and calls you if shes hungry - or just want to be with you.

Puffy on the other hand, hisses and spits if you come too close. the only time you can stroke him is if hes too sleepy to notice that youre doing it.

today, we let them in in the evening. Pooch sat in ammas lap and reveled in hte luxury of being petted while puffy entagled himself in the wires behind the TV. when it was time to put them out, we carried pooch two steps, waited for her to call to puffy, and then took another two steps. progress was being made in this extremely slow fashion, when puffy took it in his head to go back to playing with his wires. so i bent down put my face to the floor and did my beast imitation of pooch's meow. He gave me a look - like "what the hell are you doin?" before he decided i wasnt even worth that much. so finally we shook newspapers at him to make him move. a lot of newspapers and some milk is what it took for him to go to pooch otuside.

I love our cats but they really do drive me nuts a lot of the time.