Jake The Kitten
08/27/07 - Fred had a brother and
litter-mate. He remained in the wild for a week longer than Fred.
When the game warden finally live trapped him, I just had to go take a look.
Again, love at first sight.
That extra week in the wild really made a difference. When I picked Fred up for the first time, he hissed once and then started purring. When I picked Jake up, he went CATatonic! I carried him home in the live trap. I eased him out of the trap but as soon as he cleared metal, he went crazy again. Into the kitchen closet he went.
I got some welding gloves and fished him out. He clamped down on my finger. Those baby teeth are sharp! I felt the prick through the gloves. Off he went again, this time behind the washing machine. Those bonds of love and affection were NOT forming. I left him alone for the evening.
Next morning he was still back there. I chased him out with a broom. Into my bedroom. We played tag-under-the-bed for awhile and then I left him alone again. That night he rewarded me by taking a dump under the bed! War was about to break out.
The next day I baited him out with Spam (the meaty kind) and petted him for the first time. No luck picking him up. I did get him chased out of the bedroom. After a couple more hiding places, he made his first mistake. He explored the bathroom. GOTCHA!
I left the bathroom to get a litter box, water and food and when I returned he was gone! WTF? It's a tiny bathroom so after I verified that he hadn't climbed the drapes, I was about to think that he'd jetted between my legs when I opened the door. I looked one last time under the vanity and saw those eyes glowing! He'd managed to open the vanity door and get in there in the minute I was gone! Amazing.
A day of Spam-baiting and gentle petting later, I managed to pick him up but only for a second before I felt him go tight again. It took two more full days before I could pick him up and he'd relax and purr.
Freedom came yesterday evening. I had kept Fred in the bathroom to keep him company and in the process of playing they made my bathroom look like a grenade had gone off in it. I opened the door and let them out and they promptly began working on my den.
They've been an absolute riot to watch. I'd kill for a tenth of that energy! Anytime things get dull, just introduce a pair of kittens into your life.
As of this writing, Jake can be baited in with some Spam and he'll sit in my lap for a bit. He still charges off to his hidey-hole anytime I stand up or walk by. I'm afraid that he's going to always be a bit skittish. We'll see.
Without further ado, some baby pix:
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Meows dished out since 08/28/07
|Trapped under the vanity. His first photo.||The voices tell me to eat your eyes out.||The fight is on!|
|Cat fight at the Old Boot Corral.||Check out that hooked tail.||Death from above.|
|Check out those eyes. They'll drive the girl kitties crazy.||Bother me again and I'll rip out your gall bladder!||You wouldn't really make me clean the toilet, would you?|
|I warned him about messing with Mr. Orange!||<-True Love ->|