So yes, after a full week now of living with our two 11 week old kittens, I can now confidently say that they have grown on me.
Folk that know me note that I am a lover of all animals, but have a deep love of canines and all their bouncy and enthusiastic glee. Cats on the other hand. Well I like cats, other peoples cats. They purr and mewl and do as they please, seeking out attention on a whim. This is wonderful when you are a visitor of said cat, you have a lap full of them and then it’s time to go.
This fickle nature though, I have never lived with. I have always had a hidden distrust of felines, just because of this trait, but actually sharing residence with two of the fluffy things, has made me re-evaluate my opinion.
I sit here typing with the male of the two, Percy, curled up on my leg purring contentedly and generally taking up all the space he can. The other, Maggy his sister has just wandered off to occupy the space beside my nan’s knee as she plays mah jong.
It is in moments like this that I realise that cats share many of the characteristics that I love of their canine counterparts, but in smaller doses. They are loyal and doting, but in their own time. The cat will not be rushed and has a type of lazy intelect that I am only now coming to appreciate.
It does also help that, two kittens interacting with a house and each other, is desperately adorable.
It is through this new out look on the Felis domestica, that I now enjoy my lap full of kitten and trust that the little buggers will return to the flat when it is time for them to take their first adventures outside.
Until that time though, I will clean and bind the kittie induced wounds, that are now common place and take my place as the human scratching post/climbing frame/convenient pillow.
So many ears and tummies to scratch and so very little time.