Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Our farm kitten has grown big enough, and smart enough, to figure out how to climb things.
Our sofa is looking distinctly the worse for wear . . .
Ashbutt is only 4½ months old, but already bigger (height and length) than our adult female cat, and he's growing like a weed. The vet has warned us that he's going to be a VERY big cat. I'm willing to bet he'll be at least 20 pounds when full grown, and may be quite a ways heavier than that.
He's always happy. I've never seen him anything but cheerful. He plays at the drop of a hat, and drops it himself if he thinks you aren't getting the message. He chases his toys all over the house at breakneck speed - in fact, I'm wondering why he hasn't broken his neck half a dozen times already, running into walls and furniture at full gallop!
When I get up, usually in the small hours of the morning, and sit down at the computer to write, he leaps into my lap and spends half an hour purring heavily in the crook of my left arm while I go through the news headlines, blogs, etc. He usually objects strenuously when I put him down to free up my hands to type, and I often have to fend him off a few times before he gets the idea that no, I really mean it, NO MORE LAP! He'll either settle down on and around my feet, or head back to the bedroom to wrap himself around my wife.
He's always purring, too. We're thinking of augmenting his name to Ashbutt McDieselThroat.