So it has been 3 weeks since we adopted the little girl, Freckles the kitty. She’s now 8+ weeks old and is longer, taller, heavier, and ROUNDER (*horror of horrors* she actually looks preggers at certain angles).
Conversation I had with Agent D a few days ago…
Agent D: Are you sureeee you’re not overfeeding Freckles?
Me: Of course not!
Agent D: How often do you feed her?
Me: Whenever she meows. (Just like how a baby cries when hungry right?!!)
Dang. So I guess I’ve been overfeeding the little one. No wonder she’s PERPETUALLY TIRED AND ALWAYS SLEEPING. Because her body is digesting all the food that momma is giving her.
Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Story of her kitty life.
Then again, she’s an ADORABLY CUTE ANGEL when asleep (and a naughty little devil when awake – scratching our furniture and curtains, biting the wires, pulling the toilet roll down until the entire roll is sprawled on the floor, prancing out of nowhere and tripping us, etc – you get the drift). We can never leave Freckles unsupervised for anything more than erm 10 seconds. Crossing my fingers it’s a kitten-thang and she’ll outgrow this bullish behaviour soon.
I must say her little antics have brought much joy to Agent D and myself though.
Being an optimist, I choose to see the sweet angel in her (which is why I take so many photos of her ASLEEEEEP). Peace reigns in the household when she’s sleeping really.
Good night, world. Sweet Freckles dreams. X