Great Godfrey, it’s been a month or more since I posted about cats! The foundations of the interwebs are tottering!
My little strangers are now approaching the age when, sadly, they must go to the vet and be denied forever the right to be parents. On the up side, they will not stink up my house with forms of self-expression that make “cat lady” a bad word to the postal carrier. Also, no six-fingered new kittens. Since T is half her brother’s size, I will feel virtuous about this, eventually. When their incisions heal.
One thing I’m a little worried about is their interaction with their favorite toys, i.e., each other. They attack each other, wrestle madly, bite each other all over, and chase all over the house like miniature feuding rhinosceri with spiderman feet. I’ve noticed that burly Buddy doesn’t use his claws on teeny TT, although she feels free to use hers on him. Sometimes he just lies on her, using his weight to settle her down.
But will he pull his punches enough when he has recovered from his relatively simple snip’n’stitch, and she is still feeling poorly after major abdominal surgery? Maybe they do it laparoscopically for kittens. Gosh, I hope so. Some things are best not contemplated. I may have to separate them for a few days, which will mean listening to them clawing holes in my doors to get to each other.
In honor then of what may be their last couple of weeks of full-out kitty mayhem, here is a sequence from their latest candid photo session.