Tuesday, December 3, 2013
It's like he's always been here
On September 25, Floyd officially became ours. He has adjusted nicely to indoor living. And by adjusting, I mean taken to it like white on rice. He discovered the amazingness that is The Bed - became an instant bed kitty.
He's 100% kitten, even though he's about 11-1/2 pounds and solid as a horse. Everything is a toy.
E V E R Y T H I N G.
Dried flowers? Check. Decorative bowl? His now, thankyouverymuch. Chandelier? Check.
He still goes outside, weather permitting.
But he prefers it in here, with us, taking baths on his pillow (while it snows outside)...
....or messing with my stuff. Oooh! Art toys!
Here he is on his very last night as an outside kitty. Awww.
Next morning was quite the surprise. Lured into a carried with treats, whisked into the car for a (thankfully) short ride to the vet where they gave him shots and snipped his, um... berries. He hasn't seemed to notice they're gone. Then again, Dwight and I suspect he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. That's ok. With a face like this, you can get away with a lot.