Day 115: That's a bunch of love right there, and no doubt about it. Yes, there's a healthy helping of mischief thrown in for good measure, but after all, he's still a kid. This morning, he decided to engage me in the Staring Game, and not just once or twice like usual. No, he wanted to keep it going for a good 15 minutes, with sideways-walking-Hallowe'en-cat interludes whenever I tried to withdraw from play. When we first started playing the Staring Game (which, incidentally, was also popular with both Tippy and Skunk), it would sometimes get a little too rough for mama. Now he's learned to hold back. We get a corner between us. He reveals one eye. On my knees, I reveal one eye and then pull back. I peek out again. He rushes me, I scream in mock shock and flinch, and then he either jumps on my back and rides me like a horse, or expects me to grab him, cuddle him up close and tell him, "Ya got me! Ya got me good!" Then I let go, and he's ready for another round. There is no way you can grow old with a kitten in the house, no matter how many years you've marked off the calendar. Merry Valentine's Day!
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