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blamebrampton) wrote2014-02-06 12:56 am
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Last night of kitten
Tomorrow, Jones will be going to a new home. Unless I take one look at the fella who is coming for him and decide he looks like a bad lot.
For our last evening together I had planned some toy time, some cuddles and some patting.
Instead, we have had I Will Eat Your Linens, Your Arm Is For The Savaging and, his and Cookie's favourite game: I Groom You: I Kill You.
Guess which one is doing which?

And now, time for bed. Or, more likely, time for Stay Back, Madam, I Believe Your Feet To Be A Security Risk And Will Defend You From Them!
Here, have a pic of him being good. He can be. Sometimes for whole minutes at a time!

For our last evening together I had planned some toy time, some cuddles and some patting.
Instead, we have had I Will Eat Your Linens, Your Arm Is For The Savaging and, his and Cookie's favourite game: I Groom You: I Kill You.
Guess which one is doing which?

And now, time for bed. Or, more likely, time for Stay Back, Madam, I Believe Your Feet To Be A Security Risk And Will Defend You From Them!
Here, have a pic of him being good. He can be. Sometimes for whole minutes at a time!

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For what it is worth, a friend of mine told me once that he would never sell a kitten (he bred Singapuras and Maus) to anyone who wasn't on the floor playing with the kittens within ten minutes of entering the house (he was certainly on the floor with the kittens within five minutes of entering our house, though he wasn't there to purchase -- his tom sired the kitties.) It's a policy we attempted to follow ourselves.
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OMGosh! My cats play "I Groom You: I Kill You" all the time, and I never realized it was, like, an actual cat game!
I just thought they were being weird.
Also, I may send my kitten, Pickles, to you. When I got up this morning and was trudging through my semi-dark house, I paused to wonder, 'What is all this white stuff on my floor?'
Pickles savaged a box of Kleenex.
*head desk*
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My daughter claims her kitten is really an evil snake. Of course, every time I skype my daughter, she's cuddling with the kitten or the kitten is napping, so she can't be that evil.
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LOL! I'll be sad to not see any more of his fun! But I wish him a happy new home!
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