So without further ado, I present:
(short for Pussywillow)
It’s amazing, we attend a birthday party and come home with an 8 week old kitten. Isn’t he sweet?
We had full approval from hubs since he was the one whose ears perked up when he heard there were kittens available. Considering he is the designated litter box cleaner, I was surprised he was willing to take another another kitty.
Of course, the kids have fallen absolutely in love with this cat and so far he’s turning out to be just as placid and docile as Jingles. It’s remarkable how much this kitty tolerates from the kids, letting them pack him around, put him in things (they love to make him beds) and play with him so much that he’s not getting his requisite 23 hours of sleep in. ;)
Plus after some initial hissing and hesitation between the older cat and the baby, they have now hit it off. The cutest thing was when Jingles actually caught Willow by the scruff when he was starting to fall off the stairs.
Although the kitten has adjusted to the kids quite well, who are impervious to his hisses or growls when they disturb him, he doesn’t actually like to be held too much by us big people. All I can think is that he’s so worn out by them packing him around that when they are in bed, he considers that his time. *L*
Now how many of you thought I was going to announce a baby?