Hello! It’s my birthday.
This was me when I moved in with my humans,
and this is me on the stairs now.
Look how big I am.
Happy birthday to me!
The eldest of our cats is the one most likely to play with the kitten but sometimes he wears her out. Miss Red has a variety of hiding places she retreats to when the kitten gets a little too much.
In the uppermost of a pile of boxes,
in the bottom of the cat tower,
in the box our old street tom used to love,
and, if the kitten is worn out as well, in the accidental blanket fort.
He still looks small when he sits in a shopping bag…
… but the kitten is no longer the smallest cat. Despite constant expenditure of energy, chasing the purple mice he got for Christmas (he now plays fetch which is adorable), he has outgrown our siamese boy and it won’t be long before he overtakes the seal-point lady either.
The adult cats are regularly exhausted by all the kitten’s play…
… very occasionally he exhausts himself as well.
I’m a day late appreciating cats this month, I got a little distracted by my first ever filet crochet project yesterday and forgot to post!
…why does the smallest cat barely fit on his own?
Here’s a bonus picture of our rapidly growing kitten, eyeing up my cup of tea.
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