A kitten tale continues

Both my diminutive house guest and I slept through the night, warm and dry despite the blustery rain outside. Morning has arrived as it tends to, daily, this time clear and bright with blue skies that rival the kitten's eyes in clarity and hue.

I suspect some siamese in the dim and distance ancestry of this furball. The eyes are definitely blue, not baby grey, and there is a regal kink about an inch from the end of the tail. Legend says the siamese were royal cats and when, one day, the princess placed her rings on a tail for safekeeping while she languished in her bath the chosen cat decreed that hence forth the breed would have a crook in the tail as they had become ringbearers. True or not, I always love a colourful explanation for phenomena.

How does this tiny piece of fluff know my head is where I live? It does not address my foot or hand with its raucous yowls of demand but clambers up to look me in the eye, its beady gaze quite constant in its drive to get what it needs. Maybe the eyes have it?

I put it by the window, safely screened, in the kitchen while I brought food to room temperature. Such a flurry of fur and hissing as one of the ferals from outside made it clear a cat inside the house is not approved behaviour on my part. The little fluff became a much larger fluff and made teakettle noises in its turn. This teacup sized thread of life standing its ground and giving a rude what for to the pumpkin coloured fang-baring face pressed up against the screen.

I sprayed pumpkin head with water, took him off my list of welcome guests for breakfast lunch and dinner and felt an upwelling of near parental pride in furball. Such a 'mensch' at three ounces dripping wet!We have both broken our fasts, the kitten (I'm almost certain its a 'he' but appearances can be misleading at this stage) can lap and eat solids so there is really no excuse not to take it to the shelter today.

Perhaps I can arrange to do an interview on the place as well, maybe do a 'homes needed' bulletin on my show. Eventually I will move to a place where I can have a cat (or two) but not this week.
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Please do not take the pumpkin colored cat off the meal list. He is already homeless. You are his best hope for a good safe meal. Your free meal is what he look forward to each day. I sure he did not mean to to be mean. angel
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