Friday, 25 September 2009
Today has seen another advance in the black kitten's development: he has taken to play fighting with a little too much relish. He gives Millie a light tap on the leg to initiate a game of wrestling, and then suddenly, it becomes a great deal more realistic, with cries and posturing that could almost be blood-curdling if he wasn't still small enough to fit in my pocket. He pounces with ferocity and won't back down. Millie joins in for a while, then I see her becoming unnerved, and she backs away. Poor old Millie; her life is in turmoil at the moment, and I shall keep a careful eye on her.
Karen at PARRT tells me that there has been no interest in the kitten so far, although this may be because their website is hard to find; it seems that the young gladiator may be with me for some time.....
Posted by rachel at 23:38