If you've checked out my Facebook profile lately, this is old news, but I wanted to write a post about our new kitty, Kenneth. We got him a few weeks ago from one of my co-workers, Diane, a couple days before he turned 6 weeks old. He is the apple of our eye. I named him Kenneth after my favorite character, Kenneth Parcell, from the show 30 Rock, who coincidentally is also from Georgia. There is a major difference between our Kenneth and this character, however, and that is that fact that Kenneth Parcell is sweet. Kenneth the kitty is not, although his looks would indicate otherwise.
Our Kenneth is VERY active. Nothing is safe when he's around. He loves to pounce on, bite, and scratch our hands, feet, and faces. He is very social and smart, though, which is a relief, since I had my doubts initially. When he first came to us, he wouldn't eat food, but instead would chomp on his kitty litter and think that was just great. Now's he's eating big kitty food (although he much prefers people food) and using the litterbox as it was intended.
As you can see in the above photo, he loves to spend time with us, although not always in the way we would like. Kenneth especially seems to enjoy when Aaron and I cuddle together, because he'll jump up between us and snuggle in too. Here you can see him taking a nap with Aaron:
He also enjoys solo naps as well, preferably in unexpected places and positions, as evidenced below:
His new trick is climbing to the top of the highest thing in the room. I nearly had a heart attack when I was in the kitchen and turned my head to discover my tiny little guy doing this:
Despite his naughtiness, I still adore my baby, to the point that I worry that I may be be on the verge of becoming one of those crazy cat ladies. I give him kisses on his cute little face all the time, a thing which I've never done with any of my family's cats in the past, even though I have to restrain his little paws so he won't scratch my eyes out with his needle-sharp nails. There's just something so endearing, though, about seeing him run to the door everyday when I come home and listening to him purr and purr and purr when I pick him up.
His new trick is climbing to the top of the highest thing in the room. I nearly had a heart attack when I was in the kitchen and turned my head to discover my tiny little guy doing this:
Despite his naughtiness, I still adore my baby, to the point that I worry that I may be be on the verge of becoming one of those crazy cat ladies. I give him kisses on his cute little face all the time, a thing which I've never done with any of my family's cats in the past, even though I have to restrain his little paws so he won't scratch my eyes out with his needle-sharp nails. There's just something so endearing, though, about seeing him run to the door everyday when I come home and listening to him purr and purr and purr when I pick him up. I think we'll keep him. :o)
