It is unsettling to have a stranger move into our home. It’s been so long since Mango and Wordsworth were new that they were part of me. I knew and loved them so well. Now I’ve chosen to love a bouncy, silly kitten who doesn’t have an indoor voice. But she seems to be a quick learner, from needing and accepting further instruction on the uses of sandbox to picking up Craig’s games with her to extracting herself from places she shouldn’t have gone to begin with; I have great confidence in her.
Kiwi’s first visit to the doctor went just fine last week. She is in good shape and behaved quite well. For her age, she has very long legs. We may be raising a panther. I’ve often bemoaned the size range available in dogs but not in cats. Of course, we can only “domesticate” the cat up to the point where he can stop us. Dogs want to be part of a pack. As long as it’s clear who is alpha, they are happy. Cats don’t care. If there is disagreement, there is no submission because they believe we are equals. It is with careful thought to that future panther that I am cultivating relationship with Kiwi. Kitten teeth never belong on human flesh, all the more so when the 3 month old kitten is proportioned like a cat already. I forget that she truly is still an itteh bitteh kitteh until I look at her face, see her tiny nose and over-large ears.For now, she is little Kiwi, dual-phase kitten: on/off. “On” demands constant play, having grown accustomed to siblings and outdoors. “Off” relishes a warm lap. There is no intermediate state. She is either shouting for attention or purring as though life has never been this warm and dry and full-belly.