This is my entry for Tara’s Gallery at Sticky Fingers. Why not head over there and have a look at the other entries?
It was only in June last year that my sweet little baby looked like this…
He was all big grey eyes and long whiskers and soft honey-coloured fur, with a squeak that melted your heart. He snuggled me nonstop. He was a lovely-mannered kitten, Snowball and Wily kept him well under control, and he was an absolute joy.
And now?
One hulking great teenager, who could eat ten times his bodyweight, who will do anything for food, who brings dead birds and mice inside and leaves them in the bedroom as presents for us. Admittedly, he’s still a heartbreaker, still a lovely snuggly affectionate cat who likes nothing better than to plonk himself down on my laptop keyboard and present his tummy for a rub while I work. Snowball still has control over the food bowls and keeps him well in line, and he and Wily have developed the kind of cameraderie that comes from months of being bossed around by, shock horror, a GIRL!
I do miss that sweet little kitten, but I love my stroppy teenage cat even more. Maybe it’s good preparation for twelve years’ time, when this little monster decides to do the same thing!
