Thursday, April 6, 2017
Ashbutt is growing... and growing... and growing...
Those of you who've followed the saga of Ashbutt, the farm kitten we adopted last year, have seen several pictures of him as he's been growing. He's nine months old now, and shows no sign of slowing down. He's gone from a tiny kitten to a 13-pound adolescent, and looks set fair to end up somewhere between 15 and 20 pounds by the time he's fully grown, courtesy of his part-Maine Coon genetic inheritance. Here he is on the far side of Kili, our (much smaller) female cat. He's almost twice her size - the perspective makes her look bigger.
His markings have changed, too. His grey patch was all on his butt to begin with (hence his name); but it's migrated to below his belly now. He has gray streaks behind his front legs and in front of his rear legs. Who knows where they'll end up when he's fully grown?
He's as mischievous and rambunctious as ever. As far as he's concerned, bedtime isn't when we go to sleep - it's playtime! As a result, getting settled into bed has become a nightly adventure, with toys being brought up onto the bed accompanied by demands that we throw them for him, hunts for toes under the covers, and much gigglage from Miss D. and myself.
He's a joy to have around. Even Kili has gotten over much of her earlier resentment at having to share the house (and us) with another cat, and is ambushing him now and again (and even eating his food sometimes, to his frustration - not that he never does that to her . . . )