So, I have a cat. I didn't
ask for a cat, but I got one anyway. The aunts brought it home from
Wal-Mart, so I guess it was made in China.
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| Ba-da-bing! |
It appeared to be about four
weeks old when it arrived (on Friday). I make that assessment because
it had all of its front teeth. I actually pried its little mouth open
today and looked in there, and it has some back teeth, too. The aunts
think it might have been three weeks old because its ears were still
a little droopy and it wasn't walking very well. It's still not
walking very well. Also, it took it like, two days to poop and even
now, it poops and then sits right down in it.
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| I don't have a picture of that. |
It was already eating canned
cat food when I got it, though it's still a little wobbly on the
eating procedure. It sort of throws itself bodily into the dish,
drops its face into it, and starts sucking.
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| I don't have a picture of that, either. |
I've been giving it kitten
milk replacer, in addition to regular foot, because I figure it
probably shouldn't be eating cat food yet anyway. It seems to have
figured out drinking, after some initial experiments with biting the liquid. Most of the time it doesn't spill the dish all
over the floor. You'd be surprised how much of that stuff sticks to
its feet. It can track milk replacer all over the room.
I haven't named it yet,
because it's still too young to have a personality. I'm thinking of
calling it Shoe, because it likes shoes.
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| A lot. |
It also likes dogs, or at
least the dog likes it. It keeps trying to punch the dog, and
everyone's all like, “Awww, look, it's playing,” and I'm like,
“No, it's a hardcore, bloodthirsty killing machine, like all cats
everywhere.”
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| Awwww, wookit da wittle bitty killing machine. |
It should have been left
with its mother for a few more weeks, so now it thinks I'm its
mother, and it follows me around and/or meows at me and/or tries to
climb my leg and/or sleeps right between my feet in the best place to
get stepped on, and/or tries to nurse from my dirty socks (bet that
goes really well). You know these rednecks around here get kittens
and they're like, “Well, its eyes are open, time to get rid of it,”
and we're all just lucky they didn't drown the poor thing.
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| "Dwownded?" |
Awwww.
