Here for your enjoyment, is a blurry picture of my early Christmas present this year. Placed on my back door stoop by Santa Claus himself, on December 17th. I immediately named the kitty Gracie. It just seemed to fit, being gray and white like that. After a few days though, I noticed that Gracie seemed to be growing some little pompoms on his nether region. And so, Gracie's name was changed to GrayC (for Gray Cat). Although, I had not thought about acquiring another kitten (although strangely enough, at work that very day, I had looked at kittens/cats, puppies/dogs on-line at the local shelter in my area during my lunch period, just on a whim, wasn't really planning on adopting one).
GrayC and my little terrier-mix Scrappy were instant buddies. And Cody and Millie (my big big babies 99 lb.'s and 109 lb.'s like GrayC too, although they don't actually wrestle and play with him.
My ginger female Cassie, on the other hand resisted GrayC's charms for 4 or 5 days and then totally surrendered. And now they are playing together, chasing each other, sleeping together sometimes and even eating out of the same bowl at the same time. Now that's friendship.
GrayC is also a very calm and friendly kitten. Unlike Paddy (my 15 year old mostly feral cat) and Cassie (who just turned 1 year old hard to believe) run off and hide whenever anyone comes over - (I'm sure part of that is because I have so little company). When my sister came to visit on December 26th, GrayC walked right up to my sister and rubbed against her leg. Same way at the Vet's office, the assistant pulled GrayC from his carrier and GrayC put his two little front paws on the front of her shirt and looked up at her and she was in love just like that. The vet came in and GrayC walked over to her and rubbed against her hand and she was like AAAAH. So he's been a big hit.
Such a friendly and calm kitten. He loves to be picked up and carried around, he'll purr like a little outboard motor. I am not used to having a cat that wants to be carried around. Paddy detests being picked up and I have to be careful that he doesn't bite me or scratch me when I pet him even as he's very picky about where he wants to be touched. Cassie won't bite or scratch but she protests vocally and wiggles all over trying to escape.
GrayC on the other hand will actually place his little belly into my open hand and when I pick him up, I can feel him purring in my hand. In just 19 days though, he's grown so much that his little belly is starting to overflow my hand when I reach down to pick him up.
He got his first series of shots Saturday and dewormed. He weighed 3.22 lb.'s. I'm taking him back on January 31 to be neutered and to get his booster shots.
Dogs Come when Called
"Dogs come when called. Cats take a message and get back to you."
"Of course, every cat is really the most beautiful woman in the room."
Edward Verrall Luca (essayist)
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