The Last Of The Millenniums

Just because it always has been, doesn't mean it always will be

My Life WIth Cats

Vanna sleeping with Baby Baby.

Vanna sleeping with Baby Baby.

There comes that moment when a kitten shows it’s independence.

Vanna is there.
That two plus weeks of intense care is rewarded by watching her actually grow and play.

Her face is still a little bit of a mess but she’s become an 8 clawed mini octopus so I watch to make sure she sort of cleans it.
I comb her a couple times a day until she figures out one of her primary jobs is to bathe herself.
So fat just her legs, face, back legs and I saw her lick down her chest the other day.
Baby steps.

It’s hilarious watching her ‘attack’ another of the cats. She runs/ waddles up to them. Stops. Reaches out her paw. And.
Pat.
Usually they don’t even know she’s there so she again reaches out her paw.
Pat.

Everything now is a toy.
Everything.
Especially other cat tails and legs.
She’ll learn..

Climbing is a real adventure. She hasn’t figured out how to retract her claws so she gets hung up and thrashes around.

And while she use to really be a whiner, her voice has gotten deeper and know it’s whining with a purpose.

But she explores the whole house, sits and looks out windows, interacts with the other cats and plays with everything and everyone all by herself.

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