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Little strangers, part 2: the wrath of kittens

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.

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2 Responses to “Little strangers, part 2: the wrath of kittens”

  1. I liked your piece on Kim; undoubtedly Kipling’s best novel.
    Have you seen, I wonder, my recently published book The Surprising Mr Kipling? It argues that the poet, far from being the stuffy Victorian imperialist he is sometimes depicted, was a man of fine sensibilities who dealt with the timeless themes of pain and suffering, forgiveness and redemption, love and hate. Concerned with ‘the mere uncounted folk/Of whose life and death is none/Report or lamentation’, he dragged the dirt and squalor of the battlefield into England’s elegant parlours, spoke in the voice of ordinary men and women and berated officialdom for ignoring the poor and hungry peasantry of India.

    Posted by Brian Harris | 08. Feb, 2014, 12:17 pm
  2. Smooth, Brian! So is this book nonfiction?

    I would agree with your take, but it wasn’t my country the English invaded. (Well, it was, actually, but since I’m descended from the invaders I feel differently about them than the average person from India might.) IMO every generation of activists is regarded by later generations as having not tried hard enough nor been sufficiently sensitive.

    But as I’ve said, my introduction to Kipling was at the same age many people meet the Bible, so I’m hopelessly uncritical.

    Posted by Jennifer Stevenson | 08. Feb, 2014, 1:29 pm

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