Odds N Ends Part 5,893,532.9

  • Nine week old kittens are like little balls of fur hopped up on speed.

  • Said kittens have two speeds: high velocity, and off. When they’re done zipping around the room like their little asses are on fire, they drop where they’re at, even if it’s in the litter box.

  • Watching a kitten puzzle something out—and then get it right—gives a person an odd sense of pride, as if they had something to do with it.

  • It helps when one of the things the kitten figures out is that those fingers are attached to that person, and they are not chomp-down-hard toys. Just nibble toys.

  • Buddah has an upper respiratory infection, so it may be another day or two before he and Max can officially meet.

  • Buddah can sneeze out 2 inch-long boogers.

  • I don’t like having to wash my hands, clear up to my elbows…but it’s gotta be done to minimize the chances of passing whatever Buddah has to Max.

  • I don’t like having to wash my face because the kitten decided to be uber-cute, climbed up my chest, and sneezed into my face.

  • Max caught a glimpse of Buddah when the Boy opened his door; Max now wants in that room in a major way. I’m not sure if he wants in so he can play with Buddah, sniff Buddah, or eat Buddah.

  • I have to be sneaky when going into the Boy’s room to see the kitten, because Max gets super-pissed when he sees me going in or coming out. If Max could cry, he would.

  • I think Max thinks he’s being replaced; he’s been very not-annoying the last couple of days, and has not sat on my head or meowed loudly into my ear to wake me up. In fact, he sits at the head of the bed and meows very quietly, so quietly it sounds like controlled sobbing.

  • I am giving Max extra attention. And treats. He may wind up gaining a pound before the two are living in some semblance of peace.

  • I dread the day the two realize they can team up against me.

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