Well, Piglet is officially a "real" kitten now: he tears around the house like a wild thing, pounces on toys, and bites my fingers way too hard. His wish for cat-friends has also come true, although they have taken a few days to warm up to him. All day yesterday he followed them around like a lonely puppy, but if he got too close or tried to touch them, they growled. Today they are playing with him more comfortably, and letting him cuddle up a bit. He's making friends with Darby, and even grumpy old Auntie Fiona washed his head and held paws with him today.
Biggie and Bitsy are sisters that were dumped out in the desert. They are close to Piglet in age, about 12 weeks, and in excellent health. They are also extremely friendly and well-socialized. Who raises such friendly, gorgeous kittens and then abandons them to possible starvation or violent death by coyote?? I'll never understand it.
Biggie is bold and confident; as soon as I let her out of the kitty condo, she marched around the house like she owned it. Bitsy spent her whole first day hiding in the condo, although every time I peeked in at her, she'd greet me with a tremendously loud purr. She came out in the evening, though, and today she's making up for lost time, exploring every corner of the house. The "catio" was an especially big hit with the sisters.
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The only troublesome thing about Tabby cats is their penchant for propaganda. Mine keeps reminding me to refer to her as a "tabby" and not as a "cat." Tabby stripes, she insists, are proof that her species are descended from tigers and not lions, like "those other cats."
Biggie and Bitsy are definitely part Ocelot. In the very last pic, you can see the clear evidence in the huge round eyes and round face on Biggie.
I have two tabbies of my own, and they are both certainly descended from large cat royalty. They have no need of propaganda for that which is so evident.
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