Last night I was struck by how very different it sounds when Oliver comes to bed compared to Obi. Here’s a sampling of sound from the two kittehs. If you are new here, I will tell you that the grey kitten has dainty white paws and weighs 14 pounds. The brown kitten is 10 pounds and supported by large feet.
Oliver comes to bed:
Pit pat pit pat pit pat creak.
Silence. Oli has put his weight on the noisy step and given away his position. He waits to be attacked by a brother. Hearing now movement from above, he continues.
Pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat.
Oliver arrives at the coffee mug: gulp gulp slurp gulp gulp gulp gulp slurp. A sneeze – caused by inhaling water – follows.
Pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat.
“Mowr?” Oliver calls from the reading nook (here would be a good place to note that the coffee mug is in the bedroom, so the grey kitten has walked away from me to call me). I make a kissy noise.
Pitpatpitpatpitpatpitpatpitpat.
“Mowr?” Oliver calls from beside the bed, less than a foot from my face. I pat the bed beside me.
Pitpatpitatpitpatpitatpitpatpitpatpitpat.
Silence.
“Mowr?” Oliver calls from downstairs. “Mowr?”
Pit pat pit pat pit pat creak.
Silence.
Pit pat pit pat.
“Mowr? Momowr? Mrowr?” Kissy noise from The Girl.
Pitpatitpatpitpatpitpatpitpatpitpatpitpat.
“Mowr?” From beside the bed. I pat the bed in front of me and Oliver jumps up and crawls under the covers. He purrs, stomps and headbutts me in the joy of finally finding me. After a couple minutes of telling him to lay down, I wrap my arms around him and pull him off his feet. After a few moment of washing the lotion off my hands, he puts his head down and begins to snore softly.
It’s a good thing he’s cute. And now…
Obi comes to bed:
Silence.
Practically silent sound of a tongue lowering into the water of the coffee cup.
Silence.
Slight creak of a bed spring as the brown kitten jumps onto the bed.
“Hi Baby,” from me as Obi plunks down on my feet.
The end.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
I may have mentioned this before, but Thunder got his name because he’s not exactly a quiet cat. Most of the time, when he’s just going from one place to the next, he’ll make the pit pat pit pat or pitpatpitpat sound, but the sound he makes when he’s playing on the wood floor in the living room could easily be mistaken for a herd of wildebeest stampeding.
Yes! It’s amazing how loud some cats are. Cousin Spade isn’t even that heavy but you can hear him walking all over the house. That’s why they call him Spadosaurus.