Mother Jones
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A friend of mine was visiting this week and got a new kitten while he was here. Why? Because the breeder happened to be nearby, so it was more convenient than making a special trip later just to pick her up. As a result, our house endured a kitten invasion for several days. She has no name yet, but she’s a calico Siberian with all the exuberance of kittenhood—which means that most of the time she looked about like this:
However, she occasionally slowed down enough for my camera’s shutter to catch a better view:
Isn’t she adorable? Unfortunately, that view was not shared by everybody. We mostly kept her isolated in her own room, but we took her out to play periodically and occasionally she squirmed away, as kittens will. Here’s her first—and only—meeting with Hilbert:
Poor Hilbert. He lasted about five seconds under her gimlet eye. Then he turned tail and ran under the bed. Courage is not his strong point.
Anyway, she’s a tiny fluffball who is going to grow up into a great big fluffball. That’s the way of Siberians. And I have a note for scientists: she currently weighs nothing. I suspect that her fur has antigrav properties, which someone should probably look into. Could be useful.
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