We have gotten all four of the kittens to purr. Yay!
Delmar seems to be a total love bug – yesterday when I was petting him, he ended up on his back, kneading the air, purring to beat the band. I’ve picked him up several times and he likes being held, but apparently considers the cat tree to be his “safe place.” If I step away from the cat tree while holding him, he gets nervous. Yesterday afternoon I carried him across the room and sat down on the floor while holding him, and he jumped down to the floor, slunk across the room, and climbed back up on the cat tree.
Baby steps, I guess.
It was our biggest victory, getting Claudette to purr. She’s the most scared of the four and will let us pet her, but hadn’t seemed to be enjoying it. Fred got her to purr this morning, and when I went in to see the kittens and started petting them, she gave up and started purring right away.
Now if I could just get them all to come down off the cat tree while I’m in there! I’d like to see them play, too. Fred got them briefly interested in the laser pointer last night, but not to the point of chasing it around. Delmar meowed at it, though. That’s progress!
2007: No entry.
2006: I don’t know what I love more – the little extended claws, or the little striped pot belly.
2005: “You SAID he was going bye-bye. You made me KISS HIM on the head. WHAT is he still doing here?”