Many of y'all met KitKit ten weeks ago when he was freshly rescued. Below the fold is the thriving new member of the family at 16 weeks.
I told my wife many hidden expenses--many many hidden expense--came wrapped in this absurdly charming dangerous facade of feline innocence. All completely rational, perfectly valid protestations were ignored, just totally fucking ignored, and just so far in 10 weeks this has happened:
- He likes to play with my glasses so Sunday night he knocked them on the office floor. I crunched them in the dark to start my week. $285
- He pissed under the Christmas tree and gave my very cleanliness-concious wife a fresh obsession. Carpet cleaner house call: $100
- Shots and castration in two weeks: $220
The house requires special--expensive--feline CD cat food for Tiger and KiKi loves it, voraciously chowing down bags of the stuff every two weeks.
He unmercifully teases and taunts Smoky and Tiger. Tufts of fur and yowling cats often scurry about the place.
No, I didn't mis-type his name up there, they changed it to KiKi and I had to change all the nomenclature for him on my tower.
He loves to stalk birds on the roof but gets too scared to come down, so I stopped putiing away the ladder and fetch him down twice a day.
Still, it must be said he's very, very popular. I pay the man, sigh and watch it all. Kiki is going to be with us for many, many more years and I'm not so sure castration is going to work with this one.