Kitten!

[blamebrampton]

He and Cookie have an amicable calm relationship: Monster is plotting his overthrow. I have been gifted with a few cuddling and patting opportunities, and am trying to tire him out to the point where I can take lots of photos in a bid to write an irresistible ad to find him a new home. This is the only photo so far in which he is in focus: he seems to feel that stillness is the enemy and it must be defeated!

We are calling him Jones, after the cat in Alien, for a long and complicated set of reasons. So far, he answers to 'Chicken', which seems to be the only English word he recognises. And he purrs like a little engine.

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[vaysh]

Jones is a great name, too. And now I am imagining you calling out "Chicken!" and meaning Jones, and Monster comes rushing in, demanding her food. :)

NOOOO!!! No hat has arrived. And it would be most welcome, considering the temperatures. I hope it arrives soon. Awww, and you knitted it. *hugs*

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

She comes running when she hears me unwrapping paper, thinking it might be sliced chicken from the deli. I suspect this may also be because on several occasions I have then felt guilty enough to go out and buy her sliced chicken …

BUM! It was posted before Christmas by airmail, so that is usually three weeks. I'll wait another three before I cry, but a pair of gloves went the year before last. I am slowly clothing a postman somewhere!