Kitten Play
From the paw of Princess
I really do need a nap, but I
will tell you a little about the young ones before getting some beauty
sleep. The two oldest ones are Spot/Little Boy & Frisky/Wild
Thing. Spot, a little over a year old, was named in honor of Data's
cat on Star Trek: TNG, but he is such a chicken that he gets called Little
Boy all the time. And Frisky, about 8 months old, received his name
just minutes after arriving here as he shot through the house like a wild
bullet. His later behavior has led to his also being called, for
the most part, Wild Thing.
Both of them have lovely black
fur, but not as nice as mine. Little Boy does have this really strange
marking on his face, half of a white smile. This gives him the strange
impression that he is smirking at you. And Frisky's face has white
running down it right through the middle of his nose. Personally
I think someone goofed and forgot to paint the rest of those two!
Maybe they are actually the
other half of each other. Their personalities sure make it seem like
that. Little Boy is afraid of his own twitching tail, and Wild Thing
tears through the house like he is on a commando raid. Put the two
of them together and they might make one sensible cat! As soon as
Queen GloriAnon finds this thing called scanner, I am sure she will give
me some pictures to place here. But for now let me move on to the
:::::::shudder:::::::: kittens.
About two months ago, the human
princess, Joy, brought home this mewling bunch of two-week old kittens.
Poor things....they had no mother. So Joy nursed them along with
round-the-clock bottle feedings until they began to grow strong.
One of the little ones began hanging on Queen GloriAnon right from the
start. It was so pathetic how he would crawl up her leg and sit on
her strange machine she calls computer. I could see he was just trying
to get on her good side, and I guess he did because she kept him!...gave
him this strange Celtic name of Tamlin. He really didn't fit into
the color scheme around here: Almost all white with just some brown
& black on his back which makes him look like he is wearing a saddle.
And what a bad boy he is growing
up to be! He is afraid of nothing, and all the realm is his to destroy.....or
so he thinks. For the life of me, I can't figure out why the queen
wanted to keep him!
Let's see......that just leaves
one of the young ones to tell you about. He was also one of that
poor litter of five kittens, but Joy had found a home for him. So
off goes the nice little cream & orange-colored sweety. Sadly,
he had an accident in his new home at the hands of some young humans.
Back he came with a badly sprained leg and the name of Marble.
Such a sweet little one he was. Notice I said was. Two weeks
of living with Tamlin led to his downfall. He isn't as bad as Tamlin
(no cat could be), but he gets into his share of trouble by following the
lead of the bad one. I have noticed lately that Queen GloriAnon has
to spend the first part of her day putting the house back together after
those little troublemakers get done romping through the night.
Would you like to hear
a cute kitty Christmas message?
Then just scratch this
spot: Kitty Christmas Song
Well, until I receive some nice
pictures, that is about all I have energy for right now. Come back
now and then. I will be sure to take notes of the progress of all
the unruly mob that lives in the realm.
from the paw of Princess
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since
July 27, 1997
