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Hello Everyone!
First time cat mum from Sydney, Australia here.
SOOO... I have always been a dog person. But when we moved from our tiny apartment to a townhouse, a cat was the companion that was obviously meant for us.
A friend's friend (gotta love Facebook) was 'getting rid of' her kittens because she was moving. My heart sank when I heard she was going to give them over to the rspca in hopes that someone would adopt them. While I know that the adoption rate of kittens in the rspca is a lot higher than older cats I just couldn't help but want to not let them take that chance. Especially when one of the kittens was black and have heard that they aren't the most popular.
In a skip and a jump I had this gorgeous little eight week old, domestic mix of goodness knows what...kitten in my arms.
(His father was apparently all black and his mother white and black. He is predominately black but has a tinge of brown on his head and back. He also sports some white 'whiskers' on his legs, on the tips of his ears, one on his side tummy and four that stick right out on his belly.
He adjusted better than I would have ever expected.
It took him a whole 3 seconds to leap out of his carrier and out into the big bad world, also known as my laundry. Feeling peckish he chomped into his awaiting bowl of food and then decided to have a bit of a sniff around.
As we headed into the kitchen to put our things down, suddenly in comes this pouncing baby boy, curious and nosy about absolutely everything.
Minutes later, he was playing with his abundance of toys (I went a little cat toy crazy wanting him to feel happy and loved) and exploring our kitchen and dining area quite happily moving onto our foyer when guests had (unexpectedly) arrived to see him.
The next day the man was already considering himself king of the castle. Taking off the day from work to be with him, he spent a lot of the time, curled up on my chest, snoozing. (something that he still does today on occasion and while it is adorable, not so much when I have him snoring in my face as I try to sleep).
Later that day, he was already bounding up the stairs and confidently going from room to room ‘checking it out’. He became obsessed with my desk (as seen in the first photo) and stepping all over my keyboard and laptop (another annoying thing he seems to still love to do).
He is now 13 weeks old and truly being a teenager.
Jumping on everything he shouldn’t, play biting to sometimes too intense point, getting caught in between your feet as you try to walk anywhere, ever, grabbing onto any loose string or drawstrings on any piece of clothing (pants have fallen!), whinging ALL the time just because he can, scratching his mummies special yellow chair even though there are two scratching posts right around it and are actually encouraged, pawing at the laptop screen and tv screen, thinking that drinking coffee is his right too and proceeds to try and shove his head in our cups….
I could go on. Luckily, he is also sometimes the cutest, sweetest little thing with licks and headbuts galore. Morning, dear goodness. He would literally lick my face right off and nibbles our ears to the point of us having to push him away because he is getting so intense.
His number one hobby is playing. Then drinking copious amounts of water. Then eating. Then sleeping. Sleeping is not something he values. Just ask his sleep deprived and rather cranky parents at 5am in the morning.
Oh gosh I have waffled.
I shall stop. Without further ado... Mr Liebschen....
My favourite photo.
First time cat mum from Sydney, Australia here.
SOOO... I have always been a dog person. But when we moved from our tiny apartment to a townhouse, a cat was the companion that was obviously meant for us.
A friend's friend (gotta love Facebook) was 'getting rid of' her kittens because she was moving. My heart sank when I heard she was going to give them over to the rspca in hopes that someone would adopt them. While I know that the adoption rate of kittens in the rspca is a lot higher than older cats I just couldn't help but want to not let them take that chance. Especially when one of the kittens was black and have heard that they aren't the most popular.
In a skip and a jump I had this gorgeous little eight week old, domestic mix of goodness knows what...kitten in my arms.
(His father was apparently all black and his mother white and black. He is predominately black but has a tinge of brown on his head and back. He also sports some white 'whiskers' on his legs, on the tips of his ears, one on his side tummy and four that stick right out on his belly.
He adjusted better than I would have ever expected.
It took him a whole 3 seconds to leap out of his carrier and out into the big bad world, also known as my laundry. Feeling peckish he chomped into his awaiting bowl of food and then decided to have a bit of a sniff around.
As we headed into the kitchen to put our things down, suddenly in comes this pouncing baby boy, curious and nosy about absolutely everything.
Minutes later, he was playing with his abundance of toys (I went a little cat toy crazy wanting him to feel happy and loved) and exploring our kitchen and dining area quite happily moving onto our foyer when guests had (unexpectedly) arrived to see him.
The next day the man was already considering himself king of the castle. Taking off the day from work to be with him, he spent a lot of the time, curled up on my chest, snoozing. (something that he still does today on occasion and while it is adorable, not so much when I have him snoring in my face as I try to sleep).
Later that day, he was already bounding up the stairs and confidently going from room to room ‘checking it out’. He became obsessed with my desk (as seen in the first photo) and stepping all over my keyboard and laptop (another annoying thing he seems to still love to do).
He is now 13 weeks old and truly being a teenager.
Jumping on everything he shouldn’t, play biting to sometimes too intense point, getting caught in between your feet as you try to walk anywhere, ever, grabbing onto any loose string or drawstrings on any piece of clothing (pants have fallen!), whinging ALL the time just because he can, scratching his mummies special yellow chair even though there are two scratching posts right around it and are actually encouraged, pawing at the laptop screen and tv screen, thinking that drinking coffee is his right too and proceeds to try and shove his head in our cups….
I could go on. Luckily, he is also sometimes the cutest, sweetest little thing with licks and headbuts galore. Morning, dear goodness. He would literally lick my face right off and nibbles our ears to the point of us having to push him away because he is getting so intense.
His number one hobby is playing. Then drinking copious amounts of water. Then eating. Then sleeping. Sleeping is not something he values. Just ask his sleep deprived and rather cranky parents at 5am in the morning.
Oh gosh I have waffled.
I shall stop. Without further ado... Mr Liebschen....
My favourite photo.
