I want you all to meet my new little brofur! His name is Caspurr. Not Caspar, but Caspurr. He was delivered this afternoon by his foster-Mummy, Jane.
This is him:
The v-e-t thought he was about a month and a half old but Mummy thinks he may be younger. He's very tiny. Mummy fed him some cottage cheese and then he went and hid under the armchair. And I went and hid under the bed because I was cross that he was getting all the attention. But afterwards, he came out and went and hid somewhere else and we couldn't find him anywhere and Mummy got into such a panic. She was afraid he had got out onto the window-ledge when her back was turned and fallen down into the garden so she went down to look for him. But, of course, he hadn't done anything of the kind. Mummy found him at last hiding in the kitchen, in the very same corner under the table where I hid on my first day here. Mummy can't understand how it was that she didn't find him, because that was practically the first place she looked.
We haven't really got to know each other yet. He seems to be very shy. Mummy said it will be up to Me to teach him proper kitty ways, because I am a Young Ladycat now, and he is still just a baby. But, kitties - he is so very cute! Supposing Mummy starts to love him more than Me? She says I am still the furriest of them all - but,just supposing...
Now I am going to baffle Mummy by chasing my own tail and hissing at it very loudly. She doesn't know why I am doing that. To tell the truth - neither do I (mol). Perhaps one of you has some idea.
Trixie, the Really Fierce Black Panfur
P.S. I just gave Mummy the fright of her life by hissing at her really loudly. That will teach her to bring another cat into MY home without my purr-mission.