Saturday, April 12, 2008

Little Poot


I love all my cats, but Sniffles holds a special place in my heart. She and her siblings were so sick when I rescued them I was scared they would die.

She was the one who got my attention that spring afternoon. Her eyes were still shut, but she was wandering about sounding like an ambulance siren.

After their respitory infections started clear up, the kittens eyes opened and Sniffles eyes were amazingly huge and lovely. She became this wild little streak playing so hard that she would just fall asleep in the middle of a run.

She was the first to learn to use the litter-box, but she plays so hard that she runs to the box and jumps in already in squat position. She's such a smart little thing she learned how to snap the oven light on and off yesterday. I thought a kitchen light was going because of the flickering light I saw from the living room. But no, there was the Wild One standing on the stove, popping the switch on and off.

Her only flaw are her killer farts. She gets all sweet...pet my head and you pick her up and WHAM! I swear her farts are worse than ... I don't know what!

Aw man!!! She just jumped in my lap and got me again.

3 comments:

Looneybird Moonmaiden said...

i can relate, my biju used to have issues with "catulence" as well. she too was the runt of the litter when we rescued her, just a crusty eyed little ball of fur. they're pretty special though, you gotta admit, funky little butts and all.

Laura Bartlett said...

Rescued animals are always the best...even with the gas attacks.

Start To Finish Supplies said...

Mine is like that as well. I swear he can knock you out with his. And you never get any warning they are silent but very deadly. Sounds like they would make a nice couple!