Dreaming Paris

We took the kittens to the vet yesterday just before noon for their exams and shots. The poor babies were so traumatized that they slept away the rest of yesterday and all of today, getting up only to eat and use the litter box before settling back down again.

It is now 1:30 in the morning. Trauma has been forgotten and they’re wilder than ever, chasing each other all over the place, doing fancy acrobatics in the air, and chasing dust bunnies and plastic paper bags.

They were just around 2 lbs. when we brought them home. Numa has always been slightly bigger and heavier. He now weighs 3.1 lbs and Maddy weighs 2.9.

Numa is dying to go outside. We have to be careful when we let Tiger out because Numa races to the back sliding glass door when he hears it opening. Then he looks outside with such longing. Maddy doesn’t care. She’s quite happy with all the things she finds to play with inside. Numa is the Adventurer, Maddy is the Fighter. She’s a scrappy little thing. I expect that were she to go outside, she’d be the one leaving presents at our door. Numa, on the other hand, would simply play with the creatures he found outside, probably killing some of them, but never with intention. I could be wrong, of course, but those are the natures that they’re displaying right now.

Since Numa is my husband’s cat, I imagine when he’s big enough, he’ll let him outside, if only because Numa will get past us one day, and R won’t care. But I’m going to do my darndest to keep Maddy an inside cat. Hopefully, her disinterest in the back porch will continue.