Hard to believe that Cricket is almost 6 months old now. We love him so much. He is so sweet and playful and smart and naughty!! He loves to mouth me--"gnaw" on me especially. Hmmmm. How come? Loves the heights. Been using water bottles, but to no avail. Loves any sound--so inviting to explore. Oh, he loves when I play "chase" with him. I run and "try" (that's the operative word) to hide from him, but he always finds me. Then we pounce on each other. He is too funny sometimes. Ashley and I are talking about getting another kitten---for Cricket--- of course!
Cricket, by the way, can fetch. Seriously. I mean I realize it's on his terms (that's the way with cats), but last night when I was in bed reading The Da Vinci Code, a GREAT mystery, he jumped on my bed with a blue puff ball in his mouth. (Not the first time, but this was as though he really "got" this fetching business). Anyway, I proceeded to toss, and he'd jump off the bed to retrieve it, and then jump back on the bed with the puff ball in his mouth. I bet we did it over and over again about 50 times. Smart cat! Of course, his human HAD to go to sleep, so that was the end of his playing.
Cricket's coat is changing. He is so sleek and soft. Every day his tail is getting fluffier and beginning to resemble the plume I so remember Tibbs having, and after he turns 6 months on June 28th, I will schedule his neutering appointment. Poor Cricket, he has to go through life "ball-less"!!!
Although Cricket was shy for the first few days, the passage of a week and a rising comfort level created an amazing change; Cricket now wanted to play with anyone and everyone who visited our home. Not only was he insatiabley curious about the "new people', but he also was very friendly and gave "leg rubs" to all guests. He is so smart!! Like having a genius child who gets into everything before he can talk.
Cricket has discovered the window box in the kitchen, and I have had to systematically move items around because he would bat the tomatoes into the sink (when I wasn't home, of course) and play with a few teeny, tiny wooden houses Ashley made when she was 7 years old. Even though we do the whole spraying routine to try to keep him off the kitchen counters, if we are not watching, he will get up on the counter and go directly to the window box where he likes to lounge, stretch luxuriously in the sun, and then sleep all the while looking so angelic! Meow....ouch! Cricket is attacking my feet--trying to get my attention! Gotta go.
WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH!
Christina
