My baby boy - Raven
This little bundle is three-months-old. I adopted him today from PAWS. He was part of a group of five kittens that
someone abandoned and luckily, someone else found. All the kittens were black. He had three brothers and one sister. He’s the last little guy left and boy was he
all over me today.
He started purring as soon as I touched him and he wanted to
jump into my arms and nuzzle me. He was
grabbing the pen as I was trying to fill out the paperwork and didn’t want me
to put him down. He looks so much like
the black boy I lost in October 2010, except his eyes are going to be gold
instead of green.
He yowled most of the way home unless we stopped at a red
light and then he got quiet. It’s
apparent he doesn’t like riding in the car, but then maybe he remembers his
recent visit to the vet to be neutered.
Once we got home and let him out of the cage, it was time to
investigate. The girls don’t want anything
to do with him at all, except Tootie’s more tolerant of the situation than Koki
who promptly ran upstairs and hid under the furniture after hissing at
him. She realizes she isn’t the baby
anymore, so I have to give her some special attention. I came up and coaxed her out and eventually
she settled down in her usual place in my office – on top of the computer and
modem. This is after she let me know
she’s disgusted with the whole mess by grabbing my arm and pretending to bite
me. But she still won’t come downstairs.
I have no idea how the next few days will go. Koki always sleeps with me, but the lady at
PAWS told us this little one is a bed hog too.
Oh my! I can’t turn over in bed
now.
Raven was very demanding at dinnertime, weaving around my
legs and meowing loudly. I guess he
worked up an appetite. It seemed like he
would never fill up. But eventually he
quit eating and played some more and then this sweet little thing remembered
where the litter box was and went in there before he crawled up in the top bunk
in the cat tree to nap. What a good boy!
More pictures will be coming shortly.
I’m sure after a few days the cats will work out their
issues and get along. It’s always like
this in the beginning. I wanted to get
Koki a playmate because she wants to play with Tootie all the time and Koki gets
aggressive sometimes. Tootie being
almost fourteen is not ready for that.
Koki’s going on nine, but you’d never know it. I can’t believe it myself. The years fly by way too fast. I’m glad that she’s always gung-ho, but right
now, she’s pouting about the newcomer. I
imagine I’ll get the cold shoulder for a while.
