"you want an orange kitty?"
And for some reason I still can't quite figure out... I said yes.
So I met her at my parents' house and picked up a teeny, tiny 3-week old lump of orange fur that I decided to name "Louie". (Also known as "Phillip" or "Cat.")
He was so young (much too young to have left his mother) that I had to give him kitten formula. He liked it. And he grew.
He slept a lot.
And when he wasn't sleeping, he was attacking Taylor.
But quickly went back to sleeping.
He discovered the toilet...
... and Christmas lights...
... the joys of tissue paper...
... and boxes of all shapes and sizes.
Now he's over a year old. I'm not sure when he was actually born... but he's probably around 15 months now.
When I first took him into the vet at about 4 weeks old he weighed .2 pounds or something crazy like that. Maybe .6? Anyway, it wasn't much. Now he weighs in at a whopping 10.6 pounds! No wonder it hurts when he steps on my chest...
He's still crazy, still a terror kitty, still likes to attack Taylor... but he's still pretty cute.
You are a great Mom to all your pets. They are lucky to have you. Luv all the pics as always. Take Care
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