Happy February, Readers.
There is still a kitten in our house. I don’t think he is going back to
wherever he came from.
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| Witnessing first snow of his life. |
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| Hearing a snow plow for the first time. |
He is 4.5 months old, with a lot of energy, and likes to play. He likes to eat my adult food, and that is fine with me, because I like to eat his kitten food. Ma has all about given up trying to separate our food respectively during feedings.
He also sleeps a lot, which is great because once he sleeps, I can nap, too. We nap often on the same furniture but not too close. I am not there yet. He wants to be next to me, but I need my space, so I move my nap place every time he gets too close. He seems to get the hint, in the moment, but forgets my imaginary border that exists around me every time it is nap time. Strange.
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| I nap here, on this side of mamma. |
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| He naps there, on the opposite side of mamma. |
I still carry
Topino Verdi to mamma twice a day, she has yet
to capture it on video for us to share here. For the most part, the little kitten
has an understanding that Verdi is mine. On the occasion, when Pasqua doesn’t remember,
Pasqua receives a light swat of my paw for touching my beloved Verdi.
Co-existing is working for me. We both sleep in the same bed
through the entire night (not cuddled next to one another, of course!). We play, we nap, we eat, we sleep, we give
mamma love, and she gives us her love. That’s all any of us seem to
need.
Purr & Paw,
-Stivali.
