New Kitten!

Well, a little over 2 weeks ago we (well I) acquired a kitten. I had stopped at the animal shelter to just take a look, not to get a kitten (you see where this is going, right?). Well, a certain little man told me he wanted to come home with me. I told him my husband didn't want another kitten so soon. He then pointed out that it was his last day at the shelter, because tomorrow was his euthanasia. (Our shelter can only keep kittens 10 days, due to overcrowding). So, I sent David home to get the cat carrier.

Our Little Man came home that day. Cute as a bug, and an even bigger pest. Total kitten pouncing, bouncing and silliness. Although the shelter said he was 7 weeks, I think he was younger, because his tail still stuck straight up like a chubby little stick. I got him to the vet the next day, and found out he had a upper respiratory infection and fleas, so he needed to be quarantined away from Rosalie for 2 weeks. Here he is the day he came home--you can see his watery little eyes. That's part of Sophia's hand you can see. Although the shelter said he was 7 weeks, I think he was younger, because his tail still stuck straight up like a chubby little stick.




So, he has pretty much doubled in size, and was released from his "prison" this week. Poor Rosie. She is totally baffled at the small alien torpedo that attacks from nowhere. Lord Bowler (named by David after a Brisco County Jr character) is a terror, and is still in his cozy hole (the bathroom) for 5 or 6 hours a day. Since he has a plush bed, a kitty condo, a million toys and his food, he has a nicer set up than Rosie.

He has doubled in size since I brought him home. A few pictures: Little Man in a strangely still moment; trying to attack the dragonfly on his scratching toy; a rare one of Little Man not trying to ride Rosie like a Bronco; Plus lovely Rosie.







And, thanks to Bowler's inherent cuteness, I do believe my husband has been won over, and will continue speaking to me.