The Kitten Society Update

Last night marked the One Week Anniversary of Chauncey and Rufus meeting. To say the least, it’s been a monumental week of affectionate proportions.


Not to say that the initial reactions weren’t typical. As I opened the door to my bedroom–inside which Rufus had been shut for about 6 days getting to know the location of his litter box, food and water bowls–the arched backs and raised fur ensued. Chaunce got his bushy tail, and both kittens started their hissing. But their curiosity consistently overcame their apprehension–even for the first resident kitten of the house.

It definitely helped that both were young from the onset, though. While Rufus had only left the litter of one brother and two sisters a week prior, Chauncey is only about 9 months old.

What also helps is their personalities match. They are both alpha cats (Chauncey the dominant alpha defaulting by way of size and age) and ever curious, active, energetic and playful. Rufus makes up for his size in tenacity, shown by the somersaults he pulls when he’s chased by Chauncey so he can double-back with all clawed fours aimed upward in his defense.

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Welcome, Rufus!

I could swear J.K. Rowlings was inspired by Annie Wilkes in Misery–so much that she decided to create Dolores Umbridge in The Order of the Phoenix. Consider the similarities, if you will. Annie Wilkes cooked delicious dinners and baked cookies for Paul Sheldon, just like Headmaster Umbridge probably gave her kittens and cats tuna every day for dinner. At night, Annie Wilkes broke Paul’s feet and ankles against a wooden block while …

I admit it. I never read the Harry Potter books. When it comes to that series, I am a straight-to-movie kind of gal.

But I could picture that saccharine, pink-dressed, evil teacher locking her kitties inside her room so they could be as near to her as possible as they fulfilled all her needs for furry friendship. *cough*

I admit it, though. That’s exactly what I’ve done.

I’ve locked Rufus inside my room.

(Wait. Let me explain. Please.)

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Eat Your Heart Out

Chauncey on the ChaiseI admit it. I’ve been a cat-lover for some time, now. Fortunately, there’s been a prince in the house to feed that craving and his name is Chauncey (as in, Billups).

He’s wonderful. Playful, curious, vocal, inquisitive, nocturnal. Black (with a couple white hairs here and there), sleek, shiny, long-tailed, agile. Has to have his paws on everything. He belongs to my roommate, yet has a special place reserved in my heart.

Just look at the guy…

I’ve wanted my own cat. I just haven’t admitted it to myself enough to commit. Perusing lolcats on, sure. Voting for the cutest kitteh on, sure. Playing with Chaunce when I get home from work (as all kittens should be played with everyday), sure. Scooping litter, taking in for check-ups, mandatory play-time–not so much for me. I’ve been a hypocrite.

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