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Kitten companionship
Fri, Dec. 14th, 2012 07:40 am(This qualifies as my promised post about Zeke although it may not be as affectionate as originally intended. It's the circumstances.)
I love my kitten; I do, really. At the same time, my current morning feeling is exactly the reason I wanted to get a relatively mature cat rather than a kitten when I went looking for a companion for Sophie: the need to constantly entertain and to constantly discipline is just getting old. And Zeke is a particularly tenacious character. He's learning the meaning of "no," but I'm really getting tired of teaching it. Apparently, regardless of my instruction, there is no surface too boring to investigate, no gravity experiment that must go undone, and no moment when entertainment isn't required. Despite initial attempts at co-grooming and co-sleeping, he and Sophie mostly wrestle, chase, and then otherwise ignore each other. I'm keeping hope that this will change as he gets older. After all, born on August 10, he's only 4 months old and kittens are rambunctious by nature.
All that said, he's still as handsome as ever. His coat is beautiful, a shimmery dark gray that is downy soft. He's getting a little rangy, his limbs and tail longer than they were, his torso lengthening bit by bit. He's actually remarkably well-proportioned for a kitten adolescent, everything the right size for his size. He is affectionate (sometimes a little too affectionate: the waking-me-at-3-AM-to-nurse-on-my-lip thing is exhausting, but continues despite my best attempts to discourage it), athletic, cuddly, and curious.
Raising a kitten does have its rewards but it's a lot of work.
I love my kitten; I do, really. At the same time, my current morning feeling is exactly the reason I wanted to get a relatively mature cat rather than a kitten when I went looking for a companion for Sophie: the need to constantly entertain and to constantly discipline is just getting old. And Zeke is a particularly tenacious character. He's learning the meaning of "no," but I'm really getting tired of teaching it. Apparently, regardless of my instruction, there is no surface too boring to investigate, no gravity experiment that must go undone, and no moment when entertainment isn't required. Despite initial attempts at co-grooming and co-sleeping, he and Sophie mostly wrestle, chase, and then otherwise ignore each other. I'm keeping hope that this will change as he gets older. After all, born on August 10, he's only 4 months old and kittens are rambunctious by nature.
All that said, he's still as handsome as ever. His coat is beautiful, a shimmery dark gray that is downy soft. He's getting a little rangy, his limbs and tail longer than they were, his torso lengthening bit by bit. He's actually remarkably well-proportioned for a kitten adolescent, everything the right size for his size. He is affectionate (sometimes a little too affectionate: the waking-me-at-3-AM-to-nurse-on-my-lip thing is exhausting, but continues despite my best attempts to discourage it), athletic, cuddly, and curious.
Raising a kitten does have its rewards but it's a lot of work.