We brought trouble home yesterday afternoon. Madeline, his breeder, was worried he’d be traumatised by his first day away from home.
his reaction so far is pretty much “Madeline who…?”
He wieghs in at 2.1 kilos at twelve weeks, and is officially the biggest kitten Madeline has ever bred.
we showed him to branston whilst he was still in the carrier, as soon as we walked through the door. Obviously branston hissed, then had a good sniff before we took trouble away. Every other cat I’ve ever had has only hissed in extremis, but branston hisses conversationally, it’s his way of saying “WTF…?”, which to be honest is a perfectly reasonable reaction to a kitten.
Gareth took trouble up to the bedroom until dinner, and they had a nap. (Trouble screamed that he was being kidnapped on the way home, but after five minutes fell asleep)
At dinner time we didn’t want to leave the little one all alone until bedtime, so we stuck him in a dog crate on the living room floor so branston could get a good look at him without the potential to hurt him. Trouble howled his little head off whilst branston sat next to him making comforting chirruping noises, so after about fifteen minutes we gave up and opened cage door. This allowed to watch orphan black in peace whilst the kitten explored the living room, doggedly escorted by a chirruping branston.
we had intended that me and branston would sleep in the spare room until we were sure they were ok together, but last night all four of us slept together. There was a lot of chirruping, until about four am, when branston decided to impress his new protege by showing off a complex piece of performance art using two litter trays as percussion instruments. Trouble definitely got the hang of it because at the appropriate moment he joined in with a loud chorus of, ” jeezus, my eyeballs are melting, bast save me from this terrible stink!” And once Gareth had concluded the piece by getting out bed and scooping the smell, both cats finally came to bed – branston in his usual spot under my chin, and trouble made his first, successful, attempt at chastity cat.
this morning they played on the cat tree whilst we read the papers. Branston decided that it was more important to instruct the newbie in correct health and safety procedures for the adventure playground than to read the Sunday times through his arse like he usually does
Then branston decided he needed some grown up time, so he ripped the temporary door off the hole in the eaves and went to lurk in the dark for an hour. I felt like joining him after I had to fend the kitten off my cooked breakfast.
we have all come downstairs now, and the kitten went beserk with howling when we locked him out of the kitchen to clear up a broken jar. When Gareth came out branston was licking the kittens head. Gareth thinks he was being sweet, but branston insists he was just checking to see if there was anything in there, he says his tests have so far proved inconclusive…