First day, he mostly slept and ate. Did some exploring — a movie I can’t upload (can not, don’t want to anymore, as peeps info on how to do it was beyond my desires/capabilities) shows him finding all the high spots he can reach; checking out Lilly Rose’s combo window box/scratching station; bouncing gleefully across 3 furniture type items and landing on the bed. Jumped into Max’s bed, sniffed once, then bounced 18” and out -out of that place where the BEEG cat sleeps (beeg enuf to eet mee) Flips over and boogies outa there. He turns somersaults as a method of transport — just kind of throws one in as he is running across the room or the bed.
It has been a long, long time since I’ve had this small a kitteh. How they can drop in mid-flight to fall sound asleep. How fast they can put down three (!) servings of wet food. They will, truly, try to eat anything they encounter. I’ve had to re-purpose Lilly Rose’s “What’s in your mouth” from birds/mice to dog food, pizza, anything whatsoever on my plate with no regard for “NO” and repeated flings off the surface. “I had no fud in daze. I gonna nom RITE NAOW”
Can you tell I’m having fun? ! My grandson, 26yo ever-so-millennial (born with a “device” in his hand) has visited 7 of 8 days of Kitteh. omg, I’ve raised a crazy cat lady.
(sheesh, I keep “assuming” this is actually a wysiwyg interface, but I can’t make the durned text move down the page) I hope I’ve got the needed info in the captions, cuz there’s no other way)
In another technical note, I’m planning to schedule this to publish as separate diary, with tags for PWB PEEPS and JTG. I fearfully hope that doesn’t result in it hijacking Caturday’s diary in some arcane way.
Since this has gone on forever, I just want to wrap up telling all you good people how much of a haven this place has been, full of love and laughter and kindness. Above all baby, be kind. *not my fav author, but. . .
And much thanks to JTG for lending me this little bundle of fur and teeth and claws. (TG I no longer take blood thinners rotfl cuz you can call me ‘pincushion’ now. grins like an idiot)