Messy

Kitten season is upon us, which means that the cages are a mess, and five minutes after cleaning them they’re a mess again. But they’re so cute!

They all wanted attention in the worst way and YELLED for it as soon as I arrived in the room. While cleaning up their giant messes, I popped each set in turn into the playpen crate, and they purred furiously the entire time I was carrying them. The little black one was the last of a set of three, the others were pairs left out of sets of three. All very friendly, lively, and MESSY. They started running through their food dishes immediately upon being returned to their tidied apartments.

We had adults too.

Snickers was not unfriendly but she didn’t choose to give up the security of the little cube.

Ester was a portly girl who’s on a diet of weight-loss food but seems like she would make a nice companion for a quiet person. She reclined on a cushion in a regal manner.

Then there was this guy.

Cuddles was his name. He wants you to know he’s not pleased with the suitability of his moniker. He accepted a pat and came out of his cage for a walkabout, but took an intense dislike to Ester and hissed at her while she stared at him in bewilderment. When I spoke seriously to him about knocking it the heck off, he hissed at me too. Sigh. I picked him up and returned him to his renovated apartment, and he did not struggle or yell or try to whack me, but after I’d deposited him in place he turned around and told me what he thought.

We’ll see how things go for him! Maybe he will get more easygoing after a couple of days getting used to his environment and having lots of visitors.

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