After losing Honey just before Christmas, I felt lost. Especially just after having to surrender Widget and her Kittens to the animal welfare league. I felt guilt. I missed having a kitteh, and felt like I needed to make it up after having to give Widget and her babies away.
So this Saturday, I went to the AWL and had a look around. There were some cute kittehs, but none that I loved and felt confident that hubby would love.
Until I found Wesker.
The shelter details said he’s 16 weeks old. He was in a cage with 3 others, but given the serial numbers they all had it appears he came in a week or two after and so wasn’t part of their litter. And yes, that’s our fireplace he’s lying in. The brick keeps it cooler than the carpeted floor.
He’s got massive paws and not just because of that perspective. Both the ears and the paws seem much to big for his body, so I think he’s going to be a big boy. He likes to play with his “feather on a string” and looves the catnip baggie I got him today. He also likes feet.
And you can’t see it here but he’s got a beautiful plume-y tail, all black. His fur’s so soft and silky. And he’s smarter than he looks. It only took 2 squirts from the bottle to stop him trying to eat out of hubby’s dinner bowl. But he’s not quite in control of all of his limbs yet. He goes to jump for something and often overshoots. And if he wants affection, he shows it by lunging for your face and headbutting you in the chin.
He loves to be cuddled and held, but also likes to just flake out in the fireplace and chill. Hubby fell in love instantly, and so did I.
Though if he’s anything like his namesake, I would not be surprised to find him already plotting our ultimate demise