Day 133: A day in the life of a kitten

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Day 133: A day in the life of a kitten

For those who are following Greyson’s adoption … he’s been with us for 11 days now and the little fellow has made himself quite at home.

In the beginning he hesitantly traipsed around the house, curious but scared at the same time. And who could blame him, for such a small kitten, the rooms and the furniture must have looked enormous. He quickly overcame his fear though and now his careful traipsing has been replaced by running at full tilt. When he gets going it’s a case of … get out of my way! His partner in crime is Halley, and the two of them take turns in who does the running and who does the chasing. In the process rugs go sliding, bowls of kibble go flying while water bowls get tipped over.

The running and the chasing doesn’t limit itself to the living room, kitchen and bedrooms though, they also take it outside on the balcony. For instance, on Saturday Halley and Greyson saw a fly outside they absolutely had to have. Both of them has just had their breakfast, so they couldn’t have been hungry, but apparently they still had room for a snack.

They chased the fly all over the balcony, zipping from left to right and right to left, occasionally jumping to catch the bug mid-air. Time after time they came up empty handed, but they did manage to make a mess by jumping on a flower pot which toppled over. By the time I got there, Halley was nowhere to be seen, leaving Greyson to face the music. (Not that there was any music to face.)

          

          

All this running around makes a kitten tired, so shortly after lunch Greyson went down for a much needed nap. Unlike people who battle insomnia, Greayson was out like a light in 3 ... 2 ... 1. 

When he woke up he lazily opened his eyes and stretched, no doubt wondering when dinner would be served. 

After all, if there's one thing Grayson loves besides sleeping, it's eating. No matter where he is, no matter what he's doing, when he hears a can opening, he would go over corpses to get to the plate first. He's also still eating long after everyone else is finished. Of course, eating can be tiring too, so after dinner and a quick wash, it's time to sleep again. This time nestled against mommy's or daddy's arm.