Kittens

Kitten: a baby cat.
Likely adorable and fluffy, draperate for attention.
See also: dagger claws.

I'm a cat person. I like dogs ans pretty much all mammal pets, but my favorites are cats. They're independent, don't care if you're desperate for their attention or not, and kind of like dealing with cuter adults. Some friends in the cohort rescued and bottle fed a kitten that was abandoned in a construction site. Yesterday, I went over to visit said kitten, and she's so big! Compared to when I saw her last, she's active and fluffy and chases anything. I bear the scars of hand chasing which she was enthused by for hours last night. She eventually made up for it by falling asleep on my stomach and purring. So we're even.

Tonight, I attempted yet again to make friends with the apartment calico. She's beautiful, but terribly cautious of me. I talk to her every time I go get my mail and she is ok with that until I get about 6 feet away. Then she runs. When I went to drop off some letters tonight, I tried again, but she bolted. As I walked away, a new stray, a little teenager who is black and white with a little black splotch on his nose, came up to me begging for pets. So I knelt down to oblige, and within minutes, the pretty calico came almost close enough for me to pet her. We didn't quite bridge that gap, but she seemed to think that if I was nice to that cat, I'd be her friend too. With any luck, that little kitten's blessing will make me more cat friends.