So, we got a kitten. His name is Wellington and he is all black. Yes, a regal name. You can call him The Duke, for short.
I know what you're thinking--great, another blogger/writer with a cat. That will post about their cat. That will take pictures of their cat. But let me add it's sorta Kyla's cat--which makes me wonder why I've been cleaning the litter box and feeding him.
Kyla has it in her head that she'll be able to train him to come and sit with these little clicker things--which apparently is POSSIBLE, but thus far food isn't a good bargaining chip. Wellington just looks at it and walks away. She got treats for him too, and he doesn't seem to care much for them. How do you train an animal who doesn't care for treats?
Thus far Wellington has been pretty shy. He hides in the corner and under the couch. He comes out to cuddle and seems to like sleeping on laps--which I think is a good sign. His favorite food is crab, even though he's never had any. I know this because Kyla and I cracked a bunch of crab when we first got him home and he went balaistic over the smell of the stuff. I once knew a cat that liked melons of all kinds with a deep passion. That's weird. Crab isn't. Not for a cat, anyway.
Kyla bought a book about cats called THINK LIKE A CAT. It's all about how to train cats, play with cats, be friends with cats. It even tells you what the different tail flicks of a cat mean (maybe), and there is a section on black cats. Apparently black cats aren't adopted out during the month of October because of Halloween. Either they are used for props and mistreated--shelters have found--or they are actively harmed in some sick Halloween stunt.
Right now Wellington is having a bit of a freakout--by that I mean he's chasing a piece of wadded up paper all over the room, pushing it out in front of him and then pouncing on it.
Over all though, he's a real love. Very snuggley and he has never tried to harm us deliberately.