Filed under: Game of Life
August and I now have two new mouths to feed.
Before any conclusions are made in the space of the two seconds you took to read the last line to this, the additions are not of the baby-kind.
Well, actually, they are babies – of the feline kind.
We adopted Maya and Inca from a cat farm in Lim Chu Kang last week, and have since, been adding toys and catnip and boxes and litter, cat food and scratching post, to the furnishing in our house.
Meet five-month-old Olive Maya, an extremely well-poised and regal kitten. She is on perpetual purr, meows intermittently but usually breaks off in mid-meow, is gentle and sweet, and strangely, she is able to comprehend when she’s being chastised for attempting climbs to places she shouldn’t be heading.
And this is Inca (originally known as Pika), happily walking across my laptop while I was at work.
She is only two-months-old and already a monster of a kitten! She terrorises everyone in the house, most especially, poor Maya.
Whenever Maya is occupied with one toy, Inca too, wants that same one and will snatch it from her. Then, Maya strides off in search of another toy but when she settles for one, Inca will decide Maya’s toy is more interesting and off she goes to disturb her again.
Poor Maya can be sitting on the couch, watching the world go by, or taking a nap, or simply, walking by, and Inca will crouch down low, shake her backside to ready for a pounce, and find some way to ambush Maya.
Recently, they have taken to the habit of including me in their game of “Fight to the Death!”
I would be at my computer, or reading a book, and both of them would decide they should play with me. So what do they do? They pounce on me and how do they hang on?
By digging their nails into my flesh, and happily chewing away on my fingers when I try to pry them away, or on my toes if I so much as wiggle them in their sight.
As I told August over MSN earlier, “We got ourselves two vampire cats!”
Yet when they sleep, they are such angels, snuggling close to each other, even licking each other, before they settle down, and concuss. Then, the world can come to a halt and they wouldn’t care less.
Happy and carefree are they, engaged in their world of fun and play, before they retreat to a space only cats know – with no worries and no thought of tomorrow.
Sweet, sweet babies of mine. Vampires, they may be.
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Such cuties, and you should be used to the scratching after all these years with your cat.
Comment by Chinster November 24, 2009 @ 11:31 amI like your vampires.
Comment by Daniel November 30, 2009 @ 5:19 pmOur vampires like you too.
Comment by Philothea December 10, 2009 @ 6:51 pm