Friday, December 23, 2016
He's a growing boy
Ashbutt, our farm kitten, is still growing like a weed, and shows no sign of slowing down. (Given that he's only five and a half months old, he's probably got several more months until he reaches his full size.)
This is him at 3 months old, when we brought him home, showing the coloration that earned him his name:
At that time, he weighed a little under 3 pounds.
This is him yesterday, sprawled out asleep on the same sofa:
And from behind, glaring indignantly at a white cat from the neighbor's house wandering across our back yard:
As you can see, his 'ashy butt' has almost disappeared as he's grown. It's still there in the bottom layer of hair, but the top layer has grown out, and its all-black coloring is hiding it. Nevertheless, we won't change his name.
This morning he weighed 9.4 pounds. He's tripled his weight in two and a half months, and probably quadrupled in size. Last month he passed our five-year-old adult female cat, Kili, in length and height, and he's now considerably larger than she is. That's a bit of a problem, because he's a rambunctious kitty who's feeling his size, and she feels bullied. However, next month he'll be visiting the vet for a little snippage, after which he should settle down quite a bit. (We're already wondering how we're going to keep the 'cone of shame' around his neck until his operation scars have healed. Knowing him, he'll probably eat it!)
As for his beloved colored plastic springs . . . he's lost, mislaid or eaten at least a dozen of the darn things (including one down the master toilet). I've got two dozen more on order. At this rate, I'm wondering whether we shouldn't just give up, and place an order for a dozen to be shipped to us on the first of every month!