As the title so cleverly hints, I have acquired a juvenile cat. Kitten, if you’d prefer.
He’s called Bertram, or simply Bertie, after P.G Wodehouse’s Bertie Wooster. He suits it.
We have had him for a week, and he is nine weeks old. he seems to have only two “settings”, so to speak. His “sleep” setting, and his “play with ALL the things” setting. I prefer the sleep one, as it contains less painful claws.
Recently, he discovered that when someone is peacefully sleeping, it is excellent fun to sneak into the quilt and attack their legs. He is also very bad at sneaking, being black and white he stands out rather a lot.
hah sideways kitteh