Well, we knew it wouldn't last. The tiny cutie pies have grown and are now strong enough to, as of this evening, jump to the top of the gate and over. I'd take a photo of them to post, but that's going to have to wait until they get tired from running around in their new found freedom. Instead, I will describe...
Milkshake, the brown and white tabby (born 04/24/2011), is an adventurous soul. While tired, or unsure she will gladly sit in your arms while you stroke her cheeks and chin. However, once she is more comfortable, she would rather be on the floor, or by your side, walking around, exploring, playing. She's rather cautious, yet very independent. Although the smaller of the two sisters, she has a deeper meow (which has amused me to no end) and you can see her processing her surroundings, then going after it full tilt. This I could see from the beginning, but the characteristic has stayed with her...
Cheesecake, the white with brown tabby spots, (born 04/24/2011) is still the impetuous kitten, running and jumping then thinking after. She is more of a cuddler than her sister, but will quickly excuse herself to go play chase and wrestle with her more introverted sister. She has become the bigger sister of the two, with a tiny, cute, squeaky voice. She was the first to jump the gate, by the way....
As I type, waiting for them to tire enough to slow down for a photograph, with my faithful B by my side, I feel I shall have to wait for quite a while. Which makes me chuckle. Racing from one end of the room to the other, I can see how they would be okay if they were adopted out individually, but they have loved and played with each other for so long, they would definitely miss their sibling. From the perspective of a human who adopted a single cat, I must say that a pair is more fun to watch than any TV show.
From Mr. B's point of view (kittens are a first for him) he's doing rather well with them. Basically ignoring them imperiously, until someone decides to come running up and then he lifts the meaty paw... and taps them on the head. Which cracks ME up, since he's a whopping 13 pounds, but knows not to hit hard.
Oh, and did I happen to mention that they have discovered his fishbowl, and they like to drink out of it, too?
*No fish were harmed in the making of this blog....
Remember, these kids will be up for adoption soon. So if you'd like to save on the energy bill (T.V.), and need some laughs in your life, be sure to come down to the Anti-Cruelty Society at 157 W. Grand Ave. in Chicago. Ask for Cheesecake and Milkshake! :-D
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