You all can be thankful that I allowed the Woman to upload another photo of the little thing that she calls Ichiro. He is 11 weeks. Bottle fed. Came from the shelter (I knew nothing good would come of her volunteer work!). He’s the quietest kitten she’s ever had. He has moments but when he is waking up, it takes him a really really really long time to wake up before he gets all playful. And his play times are not as long as she remembers from Gemini–who was always playing!
He sniffed my ear. I hissed at him. I have also chased him around a bit and swatted him once. He needs to learn his place. Cheeky cat–sniffing MY ear!
He is spoiled, with his own room and stuff. I mean–leave the little thing out so I can teach him a few lessons! But no. He has to have a safe place where he can play with the Male or the Woman. Did I say it? He likes the Male too. He even snoozed on his shoulder last night! What horrid taste this cat has!