After today’s accident, I was glad to get home, pick this ginger fuzzball up, and snuggle him until he got bored and jumped down. He’s been clinging to me this evening: I think he knows that something isn’t quite right. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
This beautiful kitten-cat of mine, he’s a very clean kitten with very long whiskers and a little pink tongue. He let me spend at least ten minutes taking photos yesterday evening: that’s about a zillion times his usual attention span.