I wish I could get the hang of the whole LOLcats thing. Because I’m fairly certain I’d have a few gems with this new little kitty in our house. That’s what we’ve been referring to him as: “The Kitty.” For example,
“The kitty’s in that gift bag, isn’t he?”
“The kitty’s climbing my leg.”
“The kitty’s sniffing Far’s bum again.”
“Did the kitty make a doodie yet?”
In spite of a few fleas, a brief bout of constipation the first day (likely caused by dehydration and having to compete with his litter mates for food), Rudy’s a very pleasant little guy.
He’s very happy to see a person in the morning, since we still don’t trust the two alone together all night. Besides, the sound of horses galloping up and down the hall would likely keep us awake most of the night, anyway.
He likes to have his little kitty naps on top of Graham or in my lap.
He’s adding a few giggles to our home, and I’m sure he and Farley are going to be pals. Far seems glad to have the company, actually.
