Rocky needed a playmate. He loves playing with Kodi but I, a human who is fairly new to orphan kitten behavior, decided he could benefit from having a buddy his age to wrestle with. Kittens are aplenty in the shelters, and after a few days of placing the request, I got a photo of a tuxedo cat. And off to the shelter I go. But not without first asking my big guy if he agrees. He does of course.
They handed me a wild little thing! It screeched all the way back home, trying to claw its way out of the carrier. Not a happy camper!
I let him roam around a bit in the bathroom before giving it a bath. Have you ever given a cat a bath? That in itself should be its own reality show. Cats do NOT like water. And cats have claws, which explains why I now sport all kinds of injuries on my wrists! But I think I got 90% of the fleas out.
It’s a rather big kitten, bigger than Rocky, yet its teeth are less developed. It’s a boy. And he hisses and screams like a feral cat when he’s not happy. But over the course of one evening, he became a very loving, happy, free kitten.
His name is Henry, to be pronounced with a stiff upper lip. He’s black and white. My relative Henry was colorblind. Hence Henry. More specifically, Henry Of the Poisonous Claws. Yes, we think that’s funny!