I’ve written before about how much I loved my Siamese cats and how I missed them as each one passed away. With the dogs, I don’t plan on getting another cat. Actually, after the dogs, I might just go without pets for a while altogether.
But before the cat, came the kitten. Here is Siamese #1, shortly after we brought him home. You can’t tell he’s going to be a beautiful boy when he grows up, but you could tell he would be an imp. We put him down in the kitchen and he promptly started rolling the potato all over the floor. Look at the size of those claws – they were huge for such a tiny guy.
The movie, Dances With Wolves, was a big deal at the time so the kitten’s first name was “Rides Potato Like the Wind”, followed by “Pees on Plastic”. That unfortunately happened because while we were having fun watching him play with the potato, we also forgot that tiny kittens have tiny bladders and they eventually have. . . needs.
He was so little – only six weeks old. We didn’t get kitten #3 until he was 12 weeks old and those six weeks made a huge difference in how aware they are. Kitten #1 missed his momma, his littermates, and being taken care of. He eventually got it, but it took a while before he figured out that he could eat without being told to and use the litter pan without being taken there.
His favorite trick was to climb our pant legs when he wanted attention. Thankfully he got too big for that pretty quickly.
Word for tomorrow – INSECT. If you prefer to work ahead, see the list for the week under “A Word A Day”.
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