The cuteness! It...is kinda soft & nice, actually.
So the official Cutest Kitteh Evar came home last night as scheduled. (Just as a minor parenthetical coolness, her first home was on Degrassi Street. Which yes, is a real little residential enclave tucked away down near the lakeshore, in Riverview neighborhood. OK, it's actually spelled DeGrassi in RL, but still. Neat, no?)
I haven't been able to catalogue too many details as yet, because while being a model kitteh in most respects Jasmine is still very skittish about being approached by people who are manifestly not her mommy, no matter how many times they try to tell tell her so. So our relationship thus far has consisted of kitteh playing and exploring, and me watching totally fascinated from a respectful distance.
But I knew the moment I put her down in my room that this was my destined pet and no other. Because a short while later I came back and found her curled up on the bottom shelf of my bookcase - not on the shelf, but up on the books themselves. Having first scritched and nuzzled a bit, making herself perfectly comfortable:
Erudite kitteh devours Great Literature OM NOM NOM NOM.
The rest of the time, she's mostly just being enchanting. She isn't really a kitten so much as an exquisitely proportioned miniature cat, long-legged and slim, with a delicate little Oriental nose - and of course, that fabulous facial split, which actually extends all the way down her ruff. Shoemom was lost on sight.
Sensitive kitteh seen here expressing doubts about teh artistic validity of Wallace & Gromit.
Tiny kitteh already displaying instinctive skill for calendar posing...just needs a few more minutes in makeup, Mr. DeMille!
I haven't been able to catalogue too many details as yet, because while being a model kitteh in most respects Jasmine is still very skittish about being approached by people who are manifestly not her mommy, no matter how many times they try to tell tell her so. So our relationship thus far has consisted of kitteh playing and exploring, and me watching totally fascinated from a respectful distance.
But I knew the moment I put her down in my room that this was my destined pet and no other. Because a short while later I came back and found her curled up on the bottom shelf of my bookcase - not on the shelf, but up on the books themselves. Having first scritched and nuzzled a bit, making herself perfectly comfortable:
Erudite kitteh devours Great Literature OM NOM NOM NOM.
The rest of the time, she's mostly just being enchanting. She isn't really a kitten so much as an exquisitely proportioned miniature cat, long-legged and slim, with a delicate little Oriental nose - and of course, that fabulous facial split, which actually extends all the way down her ruff. Shoemom was lost on sight.
Sensitive kitteh seen here expressing doubts about teh artistic validity of Wallace & Gromit.
Tiny kitteh already displaying instinctive skill for calendar posing...just needs a few more minutes in makeup, Mr. DeMille!