We got a kitten!
He is two months, supposedly, though the vet says if he is, he is big for that age. He’s a Siamese/Lynx Tail mix. His tail looks a little bit like someone dipped a feather in ink, so we named him Quill.
Miles hasn’t hissed or growled at the kitten, but his nose it definitely out of joint. He hasn’t slept on the bed since we got Quill, and he has only purred in my lap for two very brief intervals.
That said, he and the kitten seem to like each other. They are grooming each other a little bit and spend hours playing a game where Miles stares at the kitten while the kitten hops around and bats at things for Miles’ benefit. When the kitten comes too close, Miles makes a snippy meow noise. Then, all of a sudden, they will run to a different part of the house and start all over again. It’s all fine except for when it suddenly goes too far and Miles will put his mouth around the kitten’s throat. I don’t like that, even though I really don’t think Miles would bite. Because of this, I have to watch them play this game, which never seems to end. In fact, they are doing it right now.
Erm… It’s laundry day.