Sunday, November 13, 2016
A growing boy
Our new kitten, Ashbutt, is growing like a weed. His weight and physical size (height, length, etc.) have both increased by about 50% in the month that we've had him. Even though he doesn't have her bulk (she's a bit portly), at four months of age he's close to the size of our adult female cat already - and Kili is almost five years old!
Here's Ashbutt soon after we brought him home, about 3 weeks ago:
And here he is last Wednesday, on the back of that same couch. Look at how much further he stretches across the seat cushion now.
He's incessantly playful, and is a delight to have around. His favorite toys are plastic-coated springs, at which he launches himself with suicidal enthusiasm, but bouncing balls, squeaky mice and such things are greeted with almost as much glee.
Miss D. discovered that he's probably got at least some Maine Coon ancestry, and perhaps more than a little. Our vet agrees, commenting that his head is already huge, and warning us that we may have a 20- to 30-pound cat on our hands if he keeps growing this fast. She also mentioned that he may have a longer 'kittenish' period than most cats before he settles down into maturity. Apparently Maine Coons can take up to three years before they grow out of it. This doesn't bother us at all - he's a joy, and we're thoroughly enjoying him.
Kili has passed through outrage, to anger, to frustration, and is finally coming to slow, reluctant acceptance that this furry black thing isn't going to get out of her house. Yesterday she actually began playing with him for a while. I've also had both of them on my lap at once; Kili reluctantly, growling, and Ashbutt purring like a badly-tuned diesel engine. He doesn't care. He just has fun.