The cat continues cute.
Yesterday he slept all day, deeply, stretching to improbable lengths in the heat of Berkeley's summer. Yesterday he was growing. Today he's expoloring every animate object. A dry leaf is thrown around the chair legs for ten minutes. Five minutes digging in the pine pellets in the litterbox. A short bath. Then he gallops 20 feet to attack a dust bunny. Kitten crazies.
Yet, he is not destructive. He's small and sweet. The family that raised him, made him a perfect pet. He's calm, and clean, and likes people. Curious -- learned about paper bags, and watching out windows, and how to push open a closed door.
He has now taken a large yellow feather hostage. It tries to hide under the rug, in my shoes, behind the box... to no avail. Kitten tracks the feather wherever it hides. He stalks a wild bird!
Kitten can vanish. He has consistently located n+1 hiding places, to my n discoveries of hiding places. Under the long dress hems in the closet. Beneath the monitor tray. On the "samples" drawer of my bead case (that was hard to spot!) *Somewhere* new in the bedroom...
More kitten tales will surely follow..