Smee left our happy little cat family and went home with his new family yesterday. Now, the house feels so empty without any little kittens scurrying around.
Smee's adopters actually met him about 4-5 weeks ago, the same period that Jack Sparrow's adopter came by. But at that time, the kittens were still too young to leave their mother. Then the adopters were going for a dance competition in New York. So they could only pick up Smee after they got back from the event, on 11 Sep. But they came to visit him twice in the interim ... talk about devoted. Oh well, at least I can be confident that my baby kitten is in good hands.
Since Saturday (when his mama went for her op) Smee and his sister, Tiger Lily, had been roaming the house (mama needed their cage). They found a comfortable basket to sleep in - it didn't seem to matter that it was full of potatoes at the time. They also spent the time getting to know our fat boys, Winky and Dinky, much better. Winky and Dinky are probably their uncles, or cousins or whatever. Smee is Dinky's Mini Me, or more accurately, his Mini Smee. They have got the same tabby patches and their faces are exactly alike. Watching the big boys and little kits interact provided endless entertainment. The big boys try to bully the little ones and the little ones fight back or sometimes, run off and hide under the sofa where the big ones can't get them. Then they mistake the big boys for mama cat and try to suckle :-) Today, my big boys appreciate the added attention they've been getting. But I suspect they miss their little siblings, as I do.
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