Curious

We've been without cat pictures for months - save one or two of Georgia, the neighbor cat. And I'm thinking many of you are curious about my new little friend from last week. 

So, we (read: I) are devoting today's entire post to the kitten. 

First off, "it" is a "he".  The vet thinks 5-6 weeks old due to a few things, but mostly the socialization. Allegedly mom cats disengage from kittens at 6 weeks, but if the siblings are together for that time, they build social skills - which this guy has in spades. 

He is 2.8 lbs. He doesn't seem that big. He's fun. He's goofy. He's extremely self-confident. And most importantly, he's healthy. 

Sure, we could have paid $50 adoption fee for a cat in a shelter who had all its shots and neutered. But this way, we get to pay hundreds and hundreds of dollars to do it ourselves. I'm actually fine with that. 

What we don't have is a name. We didn't really bother till we knew the gender. There will be no Spot, Patches, Oreo, Bandit, Zorro or Freckles. I don't think I'm going to get away with Chairman Meow. We are leaning more toward human names. Though "Jim" seems to be out. I think we'll avoid anything starting with S to make sure Shep isn't confused in any way. 

But enough about this for now.  You came to see the little guy - and so you shall. A lot. 

He doesn't quite know how to use this scratching pad. But whatever makes him happy. 

He's got a freckle perfectly centered under his nose. 

He has noticed the squirrels, chipmunks and birds outside his suite. 

Kitty Kat stretches. 

Random shot. 

He and Shep have "met" - via sliding glass door. First time there were hisses (from the cat) and whines and barking from the dog.  Now they are both quite interested, but we haven't gotten to the point of an actual meeting. 

Whenever Shep goes outside he immediately goes to the sliding glass door to see what he can see. 

Nose boops. Bonding time. 

Climber. 

Lord. Our screens and curtains are in for a serious workout if this continues. But I am LOVING his markings. 

Checking out Dad's wine. I picked it up before he spilled it. 

Curiouser and curiouser. 

I'm 99.999999% sure you'll see him in the coming weeks. Every week. 

Song by:  the Innocence Mission