Ave Imperatur Tiberius! Morituri de mignonius te salutamus!*

[ceebeegee]

So I got to spend lots of quality time with my new little one (and my horrible big kitty, Tatiana, who is also still my baby, as she reminds me firmly). Tiberius is getting very comfortable in the apartment, and REALLY loves the bedroom. He adores hiding under the bureau and behind the door, notwithstanding Tatiana's hisses when she sees him. The absolute cutest thing is when he spies that other strange cat in the mirror, that one that has stripes and big agate-colored eyes--he attacks it (bumping his little furry head against the glass) or does Halloween Kitty, all hump-backed and fluffed-up fur and that sideways hopping walk toward the mirror. I just cannot BEAR it, I will die from terminal cuteness. They're going to find me stretched out on my floor, and New York 1 will do a public health alert about the importance of getting your cuteness immunity shots updated.



He is bonding nicely with me, and does making-bread on my tummy in the mornings and when I get home (all drunk on purring). You don't know cute until a kitten makes bread on your tummy, purringpurringpurring the whole time. Rrrrrrrrr........ He was also waiting for me on my bedroom floor this morning when I got up, all bright eyed ("Good morning, Mommy! Can I make you some coffee?"), even though he KNOWS that's Tatia's turf. He doesn't seem to fear her--he respects her hissing and doesn't come closer, but he doesn't get defensive or upset. But he's all boy and just as often he gets all fewocious and wants to attack my hand, which is a very boy-cat thing to do (T.C. did this all the time, whereas Tatia never does). I'll try to give him kisses and he's all "Ma! I don't want yucky kisses, I wanna play guns!" Then he'll wrap his widdle kitten paws around my wrist and kickkickkick with his bunny feet and be all Alligator Mouth. Because he is Fewocious.



Tatiana, of course, is unhappy, and spends most of her time in the loft. It hurts me to see her so upset. I've been giving her extra head skritches and tummy rubs (when she'll let me--she hisses at me when she smells Tibby on my hands). I adore her and really want her to feel happier soon; soon she'll realize she's the alpha cat in the apartment and she needs to teach his little brother what's up.

*Hail Emperor Tiberius! We who are about to die from cuteness salute you!

Comments

[kellygirlnyc.livejournal.com]

He is PAINFULLY cute. Good thing my cuteness shots are up to date. I only felt a little woozy, instead of completely falling off my chair.

[planga.livejournal.com]

So the bedroom is no longer off limits? Are there any other things I should know about?


Also, had he eaten by the time you returned on Thursday? He didn't eat while I was there, which I attribute to the NEW PERSON TO POUNCE ON!

[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

The bedroom is still off-limits when I'm not there, because it's easier for me to direct Tatia back up to the loft when she catches him down there and rains fiery lightning bolts of wrath on him. Plus last night it was so hot, I had to keep the door open so I could get some AC. But when you're there, just keep it shut.

Yes, I can see why he'd rather pounce on you than eat his dinner. His dinner was already dead, after all. Not much of a challenge.

[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

It's very important to get your cuteness booster shots. People underestimate how dangerous exposure to excessive cuteness can be.

[xinher.livejournal.com]

That is one cute kitten.

[king-duncan.livejournal.com]

Dood! Ness!