I was so busy yesterday preparing a feast of Indian food (and yes, yes, there will be posts all about that soon) to celebrate the return home of Heather from her sojourn in Beirut, and my daughter Morganna, that I forgot completely that I should be posting wonderful kitty pictures here for everyone to see.
How neglectful of me. How wretched, evil and awful.
Especially since we have a new member to our household.
Morganna has a kitten. His name is Indrid, and he came from a cat rescue association in Columbus, Ohio. He is half Siamese and half tabby/white domestic shorthair, and all cuteness.
As you can see.
Here he is sleeping in his bed, which is a shoebox with a towel and some of Morganna’s old t-shirts and a teddy bear. And yes, he sleeps in it of his own volition, and cuddles with the bear. It is kind of gross, he is so cute.
He is twelve weeks old, and has already captured Gummitch’s heart, and is well on his way to getting Grimalkin’s, too. Minna, well, for her, she is well-behaved and is showing great curiosity and fortitute. Ozy–he’s seen so many kittens in his time, nothing startles him anymore. Neither Jack nor Tristan have met him yet, so they are without opinion on the issue.
I guess we will never lack for photogenic cats in this family.
What I find to be really adorable about this guy is that he will fight sleep. He will crawl up into his bed, and curl into a ball, and then his eyes will close, and suddenly, he will wiggle, and roll, like you see over there on the right, and bat at nothing, just to wake himself up.
Just like a toddler who doesn’t want to go to bed, because he might miss something interesting that the adults are doing.
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