The nights are getting cold, so I opened the door to the feral kitten a few days ago and ... She won't leave. Every day I hold the door open for the morning exodus, but she sits on the threshold & sniffs the air, while other cats shuttle back & forth. I just cant pick her up & put her out. We're having too much fun
My toes are targets; my pant legs provide a free ride across a room, and if she employs all 79 of her needle sharp toenails & climbs up my back to my shoulder, and grips with the back 38 needles, she has a view. She's very good about the litter box. She has uncovered several hidden stashes of cat toys and put them back into circulation. She eats three times as much as any of the 4 adult cats who stare, hiss and run. I'm on to them...I caught one sneaking up to the kitten and prodding it. I was relieved when they slashed tails and growled at each other, then both rolled on their sides like waving white flags.
Id forgotten how much trouble a kitten can get into, and how soundly they sleep when they've spent their rush of energy. I give extra attention to the Big Four throughout the day so nobody's nose is out of joint with jealousy or territorial claims. The Little One seems to have woken us all up.
So this bundle of fur and purr needs a name. She's a brown tabby, with a distinctive triangular shaped face. I keep trying out different ones - Hybundia, Nibbles, Diana, Gizmo - and so far she hasn't responded to any. Kinda glad she didn't like Hybundia really. Suggestions would be appreciated.thanx.
Oh, and the resident four answer to Kizmet, Mr. Piss Whiskers, Felicity & Trinket (when she answers at all.)