Day 133: A day in the life of a kitten
For those who are following Greyson’s adoption … he’s been with us for 11 days now and the little fellow has made himself quite at home.
In the beginning he hesitantly traipsed around the house, curious but scared at the same time. And who could blame him, for such a small kitten, the rooms and the furniture must have looked enormous. He quickly overcame his fear though and now his careful traipsing has been replaced by running at full tilt. When he gets going it’s a case of … get out of my way! His partner in crime is Halley, and the two of them take turns in who does the running and who does the chasing. In the process rugs go sliding, bowls of kibble go flying while water bowls get tipped over.
The running and the chasing doesn’t limit itself to the living room, kitchen and bedrooms though, they also take it outside on the balcony. For instance, on Saturday Halley and Greyson saw a fly outside they absolutely had to have. Both of them has just had their breakfast, so they couldn’t have been hungry, but apparently they still had room for a snack.
They chased the fly all over the balcony, zipping from left to right and right to left, occasionally jumping to catch the bug mid-air. Time after time they came up empty handed, but they did manage to make a mess by jumping on a flower pot which toppled over. By the time I got there, Halley was nowhere to be seen, leaving Greyson to face the music. (Not that there was any music to face.)