Life with a Feral Kitten

Last night, I makes myself a sammich and a glass of milk to go with it:

Deathwalker: [sniff] lap lap IZ PRETTY GUD

Kitten: [shoves Deathwalker out of the way and takes a sniff] lap lap DIS IZ YUMMY!! lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap guzzle lap lap lap lap

Me: Hey! That’s my milk!

Kitten: NAWT ENNY MOAR. lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap guzzle lap lap

[Srsly, he drank the top quarter of the glass]

Me: How ’bout some skritches?

Kitten: NOPENOPENOPENOPE (He stubbornly refuses any contact from me)

Kitten: AI HAZ A TIRED. AI SLEEPS NAO. [waddles off and collapses at the end of the desk]

Deathwalker: ?

Me: Don’t look at me. He’s your friend.

One Response to “Life with a Feral Kitten”

  1. Jeffersonian says:

    I find it difficult to believe there has still been no physical contact with the kitten. Hasn’t he even wapped ur face wif his tail?