Thursday, November 21, 2013

Living with a Teenager

When Toffee arrived as a kitten about a year ago, he looked like a tiny, full-grown cat. He even acted like an adult part of the time — sleeping in our arms for hours, lounging on pillows with a jaded air — when he wasn't wrestling with Harris or trying to wreck the apartment. 

Harris arrived looking and behaving like the kitten he was, and at 16 months he seems like a big kitten — not a cat. He still has a little head and big feet. We're living with a teenager. And, like a teen, he can morph in seconds from serious to silly. I don't know how much longer he'll be like this, but we'll  enjoy it as long as it lasts.

Gravitas.

Goofitas.

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