Just like a junkie taking his first bang on the crack pipe. Next thing you know you got four big, fur bearing, hairball kacking, puking cats on your hands. It’s like when you first start smoking grass you get a sweet head-rush and you think you’ll feel that rush for the rest of your life. Next thing you know your at Petsmart buying 12 twenty five pound bags of litter at a time and enough food to feed a small country and everybody’s giving you the eyeball. CAT JUNKIE! CAT JUNKIE! Oh, the shame. The HORROR!
Awww, what a cutie! He looks like a wonderful kitty I had years ago named Sebastian, who also found me – he was also a darling kitten who wandered into a meeting I was attending in a church and crawled up into my lap and purred and purred. So I took him home, of course. I still miss him; he was a great cat, with lots of character. Looks like your little guy has plenty of that, as well as the good sense to find himself a great new home!
She and Turk are getting along very well now. They aren’t exactly snuggling together, but I don’t expect that of Turk. It’s not in his nature.
They are playing together and doing a certain amount of socializing. I believe the pecking order is still in flux at least for now. I’m quite pleased with both of them.
In other news, Miss Speck went to the vet’s today for assorted kitten schedule updates. She was a very good girl. No fleas, no worms (Turk is spared a de-worming) and no ear mites, altho they were dirty. My bad for not checking. She hadn’t been scratching, etc.
Doctor Johnson pronounced her a healthy little thing, about 10 weeks old, he thought, and he and his tech both think she’s going to be a big cat! She weighed three pounds today. Turk may be in for quite a surprise when she gets a little older. By chance, do you recall what she weighed when you took her in to your vet? Johnson was curious.
I don’t have any recent pictures, but i’ll take care of that pretty soon.