Talk about the gift that keeps on giving. My daughter's friend, a very nice young man, "surprised" her with this tiny, snow white, blue-eyed kitten three days before their date to the senior prom. I say "surprised" because I have a strong hunch Paige finagled him into doing this, but she swears she's innocent. However it happened, John paid the grand sum of $5.00 for this month-old spitfire at the local animal shelter, gave her a bath, tied a red ribbon around her neck and, in proper dead-beat dad fashion, promptly saddled us with her care and feeding for, oh, the next 15 years or so. It wasn't quite a ding-dong ditch, but as I write this, he's only been by once to see his cat. My husband and I grumbled at the impetuosity and short-sightedness of 18-year-old boys, but we knew we were beaten. There was no way I could justify returning this little creature to the shelter. As for Richard, he melts into useless goo whenever his daughter bats those baby blues at him. And now there are TWO pairs of baby blues, human and feline, looking at him. The man is a lost cause.
When Penny first saw our other cat, Phoebe, she made an immediate dive for Pheeb's underparts hoping, probably, for an after-dinner snack. Phoebe, who's just a dried up old maid, went ballistic at this assault and sent the little beast rolling across the floor with one smack of her paw. It didn't faze Penny in the least. Nothing fazes Penny.
Kittens know two speeds: comatose (see picture above) and mega-warp. Compared to Phoebe's matronly physique, Penny is a gangly pre-adolescent. Compared to Pheeb's grace, Penny is awkward and inept, leading one of my sons to ask if she was retarded. When she runs, her tail --- held vertical --- follows her like an exclamation point !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all through the house. Come to think on it, it's not a bad representation of her rear view.
There really is nothing like a kitten for pure entertainment. Everything and everybody is fair game: paper bags, Phoebe, the furniture, Phoebe, stuffed animals, Phoebe, and any exposed skin. In Texas in July, there is a lot of exposed skin. Those little claws are sharp and the needle teeth sharper. When she gets too wild, a blast of water from a spray bottle will put a stop to things briefly. But life is just too !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to keep a good kitty down for long.
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