Blogging A to Z: “K”-ittens

There is something special about kittens. Don’t get me wrong. I like grown up cats and dogs, too. After all, eventually all kittens and puppies grow up. We have four cats and all but one were adopted as kittens. No matter how tall or round the cats get, I still see them as those fluffy, adorable, sweet kittens that like to jump on fuzz or feathers as they waft across the floor. Everything is new and interesting to them. And they are fearless. Raja, our most recent rescue kitten, was less than 2 pounds when she first made friends with our dog, Hershey, who was then 50 pounds.

Here’s my ode to kitten-hood:

Oliver (aka Ollie) when he was allowed up on our comforter, at 3 months old.

Gracie was a stray that had had two litters before we caught her so technically she was not a kitten. But she was tiny for being a mom, and young at heart, at about a year old.

Tikey, at the vet with a horrible respiratory infection, estimated to be about 8 weeks old. Talk about a “bad hair day.”

Raja was a tiny kitten when she was rescued and weighed less than 2 pounds. She now weighs a healthy 11 pounds and plays with 70-pound Hershey.