Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Our most elderly friend, Norman, passed away a few weeks ago. He was in his 14th year and had been failing for the last six months. He was a happy cat and he often told us so. Rest in peace, Norman, until we meet again.
Not wanting Bodecia, who had known Norman almost all of her life, to go into a deep mourning, we looked around for a likely kitten to join the family.
We found Katrina.
Ahem, Katrina! Hey, Katrina! They're introducing you. Sit up and look pretty!
She's got Norman's old white rat, as you can see, on the floor of the workroom. Why she wants to roll around down there like that, I have no idea. She'll be hours getting all that dust off of her.
She's developing quite an effective rabbit kick, we'll have to give her that.....
and good balance on the haunches......
seems to understand rat anatomy......
knows the head from the tail...... Yes, she's doing quite well in RAT101.
Now, to see if she can pass BIOLOGY101 by removing the rat's brain.....
it's a serious fight, folks.
She's got him down.....
did you hear that? The rat cried uncle! Katrina wins round 1!
This is exhausting, raising kittens.
I'd rather be upsidedown.
Or, asleep, at last. Bodecia. Age 9.
And Katrina, too. Sleeping dustmop. Age 12 weeks.