The morning after the night before
Oct. 21st, 2006 01:26 pm
There he is, all happy and emerged and hunting his mousie with the energy typical of a young kitten. He won't let me touch him yet, but he's slept tonight (what part of it he slept) rolled up on my sweater that was lying on my chair; he seems to find the Sooty!tiger entity!housing interesting and comforting as well (that traditionally sits on that same chair)
Tonight between half past three and five, I discovered depths of love and patience I didn't even realise I had. Lucifer was meeaowing loudly and unhappily, and all I ever did was tell him in a calm voice everything is all right, and he's a lovely little fellow, and everything is all right, and he's a lovely little fellow...
Then I had to get up and show him again where his litterbox is, because it became very obvious he was looking for it. Half past four at night, and I had to tell a confused and unhappy kitten where go to the loo! Did it, too, but the method I used doubtlessly belongs filed under 'TMI', so let's just say I got him to understand, and then we went to sleep for a bit, and then he bawled a bit more, and finally, when it got light, we both got to sleep.
At one point during the night, he hopped on the bed and stood on top of me, half a pound of kitten or something like that.
And in the morning, he went and had breakfast, all orderly - some bites of the canned food, smome bites of the dry food, and a few laps of water. He eats very seriously and almost dorkily, not as picky and moody as Svava. Nah, Lucifer bends over the bowls and just eats, fast and sensible and tidy; he doesn't snack or lick or poke his food or pull it fom the bowl. If cats did, he'd put on a bib or a napkin.-