Yup, one of my cats gave birth to a beautiful little angel a few weeks back. Technically, I still don’t quite know if the kitten’s a he or a she or an ‘in-between’, so let’s just call it, it. It was a tri-colour little kitty that weighs no more than a piece of beef steak when its mummy carried it home few days after it was born.
And a few days after being introduced to its charming, youthful and insanely jubilant grandpa (in case you don’t know, I’m referring to myself), the little kitten had finally open its puny and bubbly eyes and for the first time, took a peek at the world it’ll be living in for (hopefully) the next few years.
As of today, the kitten is still unnamed. Therefore, any suggestions are gladly welcomed. Damn, I feel so Najib right now, asking people to name my new cat publicly as though I have no slightest mental ability to come up with a two-syllable pet name.
So far, the kid’s been a healthy little rascal. Kid’s been drinking regularly (drinking from its mummy’s tits, that is, and not from its grandpa’s can of Heineken), been learning how to run in a straight line properly, been pooping and peeing at every possible location shamelessly and the kid’s also been scratching every little moving thing that passes by it. So cute.