1. Ever since I brought Buster and Gracie home for the first time, one thing has been near constant: Buster has far less need for physical proximity than his sister. When I sit down in the den, she's under my chair, in the cubby, or begging to be picked up. He's either curled up in the corner or sprawled in the doorway. When I lie down, she leaps onto the bed (usually taking two or three tries before she makes it) and curls up next to me. He will sometimes come up for a brief cuddle, but more often goes to his Safe Place under the hassock.
Since his unexpectedly long visit to Hawthorne the other day, though, he's been nearly as clingy as Gracie. Right now, she's under my chair, and he's immediately behind it, and he's tried several times to get into my lap (which doesn't work very well, not in this chair). He's currently as apt to follow me around as she is. I expect he'll get over it in a week or so, but it's kind of amusing for the time being.
2. A little while ago, they were begging to be let out into the back yard. I was dubious - it's varied between drizzle and storm all day - but the rain seemed to have let up, so I let them go. They didn't stray far from the porch door - Gracie never even left the concrete slab - and soon they were asking to be let in. I opened the door, and Buster bounded in. Gracie followed, but at the last moment she turned her head and made a quick lunge to the side. When she turned her head back to me she was chewing, and making little crunching noises. I never even saw whatever-it-was - a mouse, I suppose. Her lineage still makes itself known, now and then....