Prettiest Boy Ever

 That's my tiger. 

Eeeeek a Cat!

 New game with kitteh is EEEK! THERE’S A CAT IN MY APARTMENT! EEEEEK! HOW DID A CAT GET IN HERE!

*Then I remember that how he got in here is that I stuffed him in a box and drove him across town and made him live here. He’s very upset about it.

Kitteh's Recliner

I’d had the recliner covered with a sheet for a year to keep kitteh from scratching it. I have finally opted to uncover it and to trust that kitteh won’t scratch it up.

Kitteh has now decided it’s HIS chair.

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Lookit That Tail

Catnip

Apparently I found the good stuff.

For Sale

Hey ya'll. I'm now selling digital trading cards of my cat. $99 apiece. Here's an example. Just kidding of course, because I'm not a f87king grifter like Disgraced, Twice-Impeached Former Preznit Carnage. Don't you want to rub his belly?

Kitteh is IN the bag

Kitteh also likes to sleep on my turntable cover. I could buy him all the fluffy cat beds in the world. He has to sleep on the device I use to try to keep dust OFF of the turntable.

Good Morning, Kitteh

I have just now gotten out the comforter as nights lately have gotten chilly.

Henry has discovered that he likes the comforter.

Oh drat. Where did I put the stepladder.

ROAR

Kitteh and I play a fun game called “roar.” He stares at me for a while and then I make a tiger gesture with my hands and yell ROAR and he runs off like a little maniac. It’s a fun game.

Kitteh Haz Logo

Henry finally gave me a good opportunity to get a nice picture of the markings on his back. It’s like he has his own logo.

Kitteh Iz Really Into Vinyl

Yeah, I didn't need that little shelf under my phonograph anyway.

Henry the Love Sponge

It's been touch and go with new kitteh, I can't lie.

The barfing. The barfing. Holy cow, the barfing. Sunday it was barfing then withdrawing to under the bed. Kitteh was not doing well. Dad and Hick were nice enough to deliver some of the food he'd been used to, but even after that, there was barfing.

Now there was barfing last night too, but it was different barfing. I don't need to go into the details, but I think the initial barfing was from stress, stress because some moron shoved him into a box Saturday and drove him across town. I think last night's barfing was because I earnestly offered him too many food choices and he gorged a bit. I'm saying the barf was different. Also last night, no hiding, and in fact he was back at the bowl immediately after. He's getting settled. And where Sunday I was confessing to my Mom on the phone that I wasn't sure getting kitteh had been a good idea, today I'm feeling pretty confident about it.

We had a good day yesterday, even if the Tar Heels did blow a 16-point lead at the half to lose to Kansas.

The weirdest part is when I come out to greet him and I can't find him. He's always finding new places to perch. Here's today's.

This "I know I had a cat last time I came out here" stuff is the most bizarre part of my nascent guardianship. But it is what it is.

And yes, kitteh's full name has been updated. He is officially Henry the Love Sponge (thanks, Bubba). Anyone who's met him will agree that it suits.