So last week I mentioned I probably wouldn’t get much writing done this week because we were going to be cat-sitting for my son’s 2 kittens. And I was right. I did, however, manage to get some baking done (kittens napping on one’s lap interferes with writing, but not baking 🙂 )
What a pair! The little black one, Nyx, is the troublemaker. I think they have her picture next to the definition in the dictionary. And I swear she’s part monkey as much as she climbs around. We have a rickety old Chinese laundry that’s been glued and rubber-banded together for years. Nyx spent time using it as a jungle gym (she managed to tip it over twice, but didn’t get hurt).
Tibbers is the chill one, as long as he’s not being skittish. He’s not one to brush against your legs as cats do, but he’ll walk right past you then plop on the floor and stretch.
Zoey was NOT happy about the interlopers, and hissed at Tibbers on a regular basis. Tibs, on the other hand, followed her around. She would stop and hiss at him, and he just sat and waited until she started moving again, then followed.
Another thing about Nyx is that she loves being high up. I suggested to my son that he get a cat tree (his girlfriend is getting him one for Christmas).
Not only does Nyx like to climb, she is incessantly curious. The rule at our house (and my son’s apartment) is cats do not belong on counters or tables. Ever. My son has been trying to train them with a spray bottle and water, which works fine for Tibbers because he doesn’t like it. Nyx, of course, doesn’t mind the water. We had a spray bottle we had to refill while they were here. Nyx would get up on the counter where she wasn’t supposed to be, we’d scold and spray, and she’d jump down, lick off the water, and jump right back up on the counter.
On the bright side, because we’re home all day and consistent, she knew not to jump on the counter by the end of the week. Not that she didn’t try, but we didn’t have to spray as much. Curiosity is strong with that one!
We got to watch the usual kitten antics: play wrestling (Tibbers is bigger, so he could smack Nyx down, but Nyx is quicker), zoomies (they had a lot more room around here than at the apartment), and a fun cat toy consisting of a miniature fishing rod with a pair of feathers fastened to the end on a line (my son called it a “bird”).
Tibbers, being the less-energetic of the pair, liked to take a break on the stairs and watch his sister’s antics.
You know cats are comfortable in a strange place when they find your lap the ideal place to take a nap. Usually the kittens disappeared in the afternoon, finding nap places somewhere in the house. Nyx is less shy, and more affectionate than Tibbers (to make up for the trouble she causes?). And she’s a purr machine.
Tibbers warmed up by mid-week, and he’s bigger than Nyx, so a lapful of Tibbers was a true lapful. Just look at the size of this handsome boy (he’s about six months old, I think). My chair is oversized, so that gives you a little perspective.
He hasn’t quite grown into his paws. I’m pretty sure he has some Maine Coon in him.
My son and his girlfriend came and picked up the kittens last night, so Zoey has the house to herself again. And I got my dose of kittens. No writing, though. I’ll try to make up for that this weekend.
Two weeks until Christmas! Eek! Hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. We’re not doing any in-person family gatherings this year, though one of my brothers suggested a virtual gathering via Zoom. We’ll see how that goes.