The Story of Finn
So. Kitten Formerly Known as Kermit is now Finn. We actually posted a poll in ask_me_anything to whittle down from a list of six potential names.
He was born Feb 10, 2010, and he's a little ball of gingery awesome - a completely spazzy little explorer and warrior, and when he's sleepy or just feeling lonely, a snuggler of epic status. He's also got a loud purr and gives kisses and is both fascinated and unnerved by Arlo (7 years old, 18 pounds).
This morning, he shredded my thigh while I was on the toilet. He woke up and jumped to the edge of the tub and leapt over to my knee, because clearly that's the time for snuggles and playing! After I'd unhooked him and put him in the crook of my elbow instead, he patted my face and kissed me and purred like a little motorboat, and told me about his night.
He's litter-trained and eats dry food (though he prefers wet stuff, as does Arlo) and can scream like he's being murdered when we put him in the bathroom for bedtime. He's also OMFGfast and it sometimes takes 5 attempts to get him closed in there.
Arlo is still highly dubious about this whole 'change' thing, especially as Finn is unpredictable and a bit brainless, and does things like abruptly charging at Arlo's face, and sproinging about when he encounters air molecules. Arlo expresses his discomfiture by swatting Finn and retreating up the cat tree, which is one place Finn can't go yet. Well, until he figures out how to get upside-down and reach for the edge of the platform. Given his observed learning curve so far, I give it a week.
Finn skitters around the living room like a living ball of dust and squeak, and is very pleased whenever he encounters a stray bit of paper or a corner he can hide behind. Arlo sometimes comes down from his lofty perch to sniff this intruder, but even from on high, he's always got his eye on Finn. After all, you never know what he'll do next. He might turn into a dog, or learn to fly, or develop catnip-related superpowers that will necessitate a swift smacking, y'know?
Speaking of dogs(!), Wilby tried to eat Finn when we introduced them. I'm not sure what that was about, but Wilby lives upstairs, and won't be down much, if at all, until Finn is a lot more than a mouthful.
He was born Feb 10, 2010, and he's a little ball of gingery awesome - a completely spazzy little explorer and warrior, and when he's sleepy or just feeling lonely, a snuggler of epic status. He's also got a loud purr and gives kisses and is both fascinated and unnerved by Arlo (7 years old, 18 pounds).
This morning, he shredded my thigh while I was on the toilet. He woke up and jumped to the edge of the tub and leapt over to my knee, because clearly that's the time for snuggles and playing! After I'd unhooked him and put him in the crook of my elbow instead, he patted my face and kissed me and purred like a little motorboat, and told me about his night.
He's litter-trained and eats dry food (though he prefers wet stuff, as does Arlo) and can scream like he's being murdered when we put him in the bathroom for bedtime. He's also OMFGfast and it sometimes takes 5 attempts to get him closed in there.
Arlo is still highly dubious about this whole 'change' thing, especially as Finn is unpredictable and a bit brainless, and does things like abruptly charging at Arlo's face, and sproinging about when he encounters air molecules. Arlo expresses his discomfiture by swatting Finn and retreating up the cat tree, which is one place Finn can't go yet. Well, until he figures out how to get upside-down and reach for the edge of the platform. Given his observed learning curve so far, I give it a week.
Finn skitters around the living room like a living ball of dust and squeak, and is very pleased whenever he encounters a stray bit of paper or a corner he can hide behind. Arlo sometimes comes down from his lofty perch to sniff this intruder, but even from on high, he's always got his eye on Finn. After all, you never know what he'll do next. He might turn into a dog, or learn to fly, or develop catnip-related superpowers that will necessitate a swift smacking, y'know?
Speaking of dogs(!), Wilby tried to eat Finn when we introduced them. I'm not sure what that was about, but Wilby lives upstairs, and won't be down much, if at all, until Finn is a lot more than a mouthful.