The Birth Record

Today, I reviewed Lucius's birth record.

His birth mom was a gray domestic short hair. And her name was Rouge.

There were four kittens in his litter.

I wonder if my neighbour has her kitten's birth record.

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The Kiss Sound

When I am near my cat, and say I make a kiss sound, he comes to meet my lips for his kiss.

He brings his nose and mouth near for his cat version of kiss, but he kisses me.

So, who else? Who else has a sweet cat?

The Broken Bowl

When Lulu is not fully satisfied with life, he does things. He does things here and there.

Today, he broke his cat bowl of water. He pushed it on the floor, half full of water, onto hardwood.

I cleaned up the glass. And I reminded CatDad of a rule, which goes on when kittens are fussy. Acrylic bowls. Lulu needs an acrylic bowl. I gave them, both of them one, so that when Lulu feels the need to push water waves across the floor, at least I don't have to pick glass out of it.

Right?

CatMoms are smart. Anyway, the glass bowl worked for a year or two. And now, we change.

Much water was dotted across the boards. And it was not moving or anything, so I let it dry naturally. I don't need glass in towels.

Generating Tides

Lulu can generate a tide in his catbowl. He sort of wants to drink. He more wants to play. And so, there he is, turning the waters of his mere catbowl into some manner of serious tidal disturbance, and I watch. Around and round, around and round, he sets the tide. He's done making tides for the moment. He came to me here. Hmm. Kitten. His paws are all wet.

You don't have a Lulu cat and not have a few tidal disturbances.

I was watching him. He enjoys it. And it's not like he does it a few times, and stops. He keeps it going for a bit--six or eight rounds. And I watch it spin.

Lulu Eats Pistachios' Salt

I don't feed my cat Lulu pistachios. However, he likes them a lot. For a bowl of open pistachios, he understands that there is salt on the pistachio shell.

Lulu puts his paw into the pistachio bowl, mixes his paw around, and he licks the salt off the pistachio shells. I did not explain that well enough. He licks his paw. The salt moves onto his paw. And he uses his fur to bring salt to his lips.

Smart cat, eh?

There I am. I forget my cat has done this to my to be cracked/uncracked pistachio bowls. I have two. I have one for the uncracked, and one for the cracked. (I thought I was done perhaps.) I eat. Oh, my cat. Right. CatDad brought me a new bowl of pistachios. It impacted about 5 pistachios. Too bad. But it is nice to share. If I pistachios, Lulu gets pistachios' salt, you know.

When the cat put his paw into the pistachio shell bowl, he turns his paw similarly to when he stirs water.