“Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture.”
~ Jacquelyn Mitchard

Joyce hasn’t come up with anything other than “baby cat” yet. that’s what block weekends do to our brains, i guess.

in the meantime, he is getting MUCH bigger and has:

- met his shadow
- learned how to climb up on the couch
- much later, learned how to get down
- figured out that big toes are good for attacking
- developed an appetite that could feed an army of ten his size
- consistently used the litterbox
- inconsistently waited in the litterbox until he was done done before running into the office
- learned to maneuver RIGHT under my feet while i’m walking
- figured out that me hovering in the kitchen might mean i have food so he should me-owl as loud as possible whenever i’m standing anywhere near the fridge or sink.

he’s a fun handful. a lotta fun and a little handful. the fleas are still gone and his eyes are getting clearer each day. something about doing nothin’ but sleeping and eating and playing all day that will fix what ails ya. lesson learned.

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