Adopted another kitten from the Humane Society (and I wasn’t able to wait until the new year). When I went to go see him at the shelter, he jumped into my arms, started purring, and wouldn’t stop nuzzling my face. Even if he was any less cute, there’s no way I could have left him there.
He’s exactly what I was looking for: four months old, neutered, male, with a stubby tail. Cats with stub tails from shelters usually have their tails cut short because they’ve been run over by a bike, or caught frostbite, but on him there’s no sign of scarring so he was probably born with it.
I’ve yet to name him cause I want to see what kind of personality he develops first.
When I got him, he had an upper respiratory infection and was infested with fleas. I kept him separated from Dolly for more than a week, but she still managed to catch both. Now she’s really grumpy and sick, and he’s completely over it. She also feels huge, because the little guy is so small right now.
He likes to sleep by resting his chin on my cheek, or lying right across my neck. I’m currently trying to change his sleeping patterns because he’s still a nocturnal cat and gets up in the middle of the night to lick my face. And because he’s a kitten who doesn’t know any better, he thinks Dolly is playing with him when she gives him a swipe in annoyance. There haven’t been any real scraps between them yet. More of a playful fighting, where Dolly gives as good as she gets.
I wonder if I can be as good as Tiana and only write about him once a month the way she does with her son. But cats grow up so fast; they reach adulthood in one year instead of 18, so I’m more tempted to record him as much as possible when he’s so small and cute. I just don’t want to be a mommy blogger.