There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten. —Jules Champfleury
Kittens don’t think about the consequences. They just want an adventure and they do find it without trying very hard. They explore and learn all sorts of things. They are more observant than many humans I’ve known in my life.
If a cat did not put a firm paw down now and then, how could his human remain possessed? —Winifred Carriere
I love how humans think they can give cats rules to follow when in reality, it’s the other way around. The cats are laying down the rules and enforcing them in ways that most humans aren’t aware of. Cats can be adorable and purr. Two ways in which they enforce their possession of humans.
Fuzzy and cuddly, Mittens worn On hands and feet Going beyond The obsolete Enjoying winter weather Without wondering whether Or not to go outside Because chills might cause Unreasonable thrills, But also learn to Relax and chill, And simply find a way To enjoy this only day No matter what Others say, And remember to Cope with the cold, And never worry About getting old, And express thankfulness For only this Moment in time, Which is the present, And never resent
Usually a cat mother will teach her kittens how to use a litter box or tray. I know my mother taught me when I was very young. Not that I remember it. I didn’t always use a litter box until after I went to live with my girl. She actually showed me the box of litter and even picked me up and set me down in it. I knew what it was for and used it when I needed to.
Spot was a different story. My girl brought him home and he was much too young. My girl had to bottle feed him. I taught him how to be a cat. He picked up strange habits from her. I was the one who taught him how to use the litter box. My girl was no help with that.
The little guy looked up to me from the start. He was glad to be around an adult cat. I couldn’t stand him at first, but I can be a great example of a well behaved cat. So, I did my best and he learned how to use the litter box instead of going on the floor. It didn’t seem to matter that he had to climb into the box when he was so small. He just did it and buried his waste as he was supposed to. I couldn’t complain about that. Neither could my girl.
Kittens are born with their eyes shut. They open them in about six days, take a look around, then close them again for the better part of their lives. —Stephen Baker
According to cats, it is imperative to have an active dream life. It can replace a mundane boring life any time. We have much to learn from cats. In dreams we can be anything and do anything. There are no limits except those we set for ourselves. Real life isn’t always like that.
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. —Leo Dworken
It’s rough when a cat dies. Their memory lives on inside of us. And their hair is just hard to clean up from the furniture without damaging it or damaging a vacuum cleaner. Long live the good cat.
It’s time for a confession from me. As you know from the previous chapter, I didn’t like the kitten when I had first met him. He drove me absolutely crazy. Eventually, I got used to him as I had gotten used to my girl and the fairies. But it wasn’t a gradual thing. In fact, I did something which hurt my girl very much. I ran off. I left our home and went to live outside for a little while.
I was that mad about the kitten. I couldn’t stand to be there anymore. And, well, it was time for the kitten to grow up and be on his own. I was that fed up. So, I went outside and decided I didn’t want to go back and live with my girl or the kitten anymore. I didn’t care how cold it was. I didn’t care if it would snow. Not that snow was very likely where we were. There wasn’t even grass growing in the area. Mostly just dirt.
It was easy to get out. By then, there were times when my girl would let us out or even take us out for walks. We were never outside for long. But it was good to go out. I think my girl understood that. She just wouldn’t let me out until I had learned this was my home now.
I wasn’t that far away from our apartment. My girl came out to beg and plead with me to come home. I refused at first. But there was something in her voice that touched me. She kept begging and telling me how much she missed me. I realized then how much she loved me. I began to see how much it hurt her for me to refuse to live with her.
*Sigh.* She is a whirlwind, but she is a kind and loving person. She’s as devoted to me as I am to her. She is the one I knew I wanted to be with. She had proven it to me that she was the right caregiver and caretaker for me. I just had to accept her silliness and playfulness. She is exactly what I need in my life. Even when she’s driving me crazy.
So, I went back home with her. I also didn’t tend to go outside much after that. I knew how good I had it with her as an indoor cat. I decided to stay in spite of the kitten and her silliness.
So, why did I leave in the first place? I needed a break. Raising a kitten is hard work. I was beginning to understand why my mother had left us when she did. Perhaps we had become too much for her? The kitten could take care of himself at that point. So, it wasn’t as if I needed to stick around anymore.
I had taught him all I knew for five weeks. There wasn’t more I could teach him after that. Perhaps some fine tuning or tell him more about my brother Spitter or the little bits I remembered about Inky and Paintbrush. There wasn’t much point in me talking about my girl. Spot already knew her fairly well.
But then again, I didn’t have to act like my mother. I could go back to someone who loved me and took good care of me. I could also go back to someone who looked up to me. So, in the end I went home. I was loved, adored, and admired for once in my life. I didn’t have to be like my mother. I could do what she didn’t do for me for this kitten.
I’m glad I went back even though they are both too silly for me. At least we all loved each other and were willing to get along. That’s what it means to have a real family. We love each other unconditionally no matter how much we drive each other crazy. We have each other’s backs in tough times. We aren’t willing to give up on each other. We help each other, even if all we can do if to give moral support.
There were times when we would take turns hitting each other. Not hard. Just hard enough to get the point across. The easy and simple way to tell someone else, “You are annoying me.” It wasn’t to hurt each other. We were just venting. It was how we are able to get along for as long as we are together.
I don’t regret having a family. They mean the world to me. Having a family of my own after I had lost my biological relatives wasn’t something I ever expected to find again. And it’s all thanks to the whirlwind known as my girl. It’s all her fault and she knows it.
We cats have amazing paws. Usually we have four unless something happens in the womb or later in life. We usually land on all four paws when falling or jumping. Sometimes things go wrong. Perhaps because I live with a klutz I caught some of it from her…
Or whatever the reason, usually we do land on all four paws. That’s where we hide our claws when we don’t need to bare them for any reason. We walk on our paws. We can box with our forepaws.
I have been known to impress my girl with my athletic prowess. She’s a klutz and has never been that coordinated in her life. She tries to focus and I think she has improved somewhat, but she’s not as good as I am. So, when she’s watched me jump and land perfectly on my paws, she is wowed by it.
She’s seen me jump over her bed while she was lying in it. She saw me just before I landed in the position I would land in. I ended up half standing half sitting. I was also trying to get away from Spot at the time. *Sigh.* He was annoying me with how playful he was at that time.
But at least I impressed my girl with my landing on all four of my paws.
All cats have whiskers. My girl likes them. They do help with balance. Once when I was looking after Spot, he annoyed me so badly that I bit his whiskers off. The little kitten didn’t seem to know any better. He’d walk around our place and fall over. He never got hurt. He was so small and so happy go lucky that he didn’t seem to notice whenever he had tumbled or fallen over.
My girl thought he was cute whenever he did that. Kittens are just plain annoying. This one wanted to play all the time. He drove me crazy. I only bit off his whiskers once. I couldn’t be that mean to him over time. It just wasn’t possible. And he didn’t get the message the first time. *Sigh.* I knew I had gone too far with him. So, I never did bite off his whiskers ever again. He still annoyed me, but I suppose it was just going to be that way.