I know that last one is out of focus, but trying to keep a rambunctious four month-old kitten in one place is hard work. If he's not trying to eat the camera strap, he's fiddling with the lens cap's attachment string, or chasing the shadows or being distracted by a noise outside of the window...he's a ball of energy! But look at that face. How I wish I had caught this in focus- he's too darling!
Colin is settling in perfectly, he is learning his name(s): Colinbaby, Baby Boy, Little Lion, Tiny Tiger, Pigslet, Fatty Boy (this comes after eating), Little Shithead (this comes after relentlessly chewing my iPhone charger cord after several disciplining "NO!"'s), etc etc. He loves to lay on the cool surfaces of the flat- a metal shelf, under the bed in the shade, and on the cool stone windowsill in our living room. I'm assuming this is because, in a swirl of pre cat-owning delirium, I purchased four (4!) different types of beds for him, and Murphy's Law, he doesn't like one of them. Same for his toys. He has shunned every whizzbangy doodad toy I have bought (lots, of course, I freaked out in the pet shop, ok?), and instead chooses to play with a crumpled up ball of paper, or the lids to my bottles of fizzy water. Oh, Colin. I can't even be annoyed. At least Mum's cats are going to have a suitcase of goodies when I next visit.
We took him to his first vet checkup recently, and the entire staff gathered around, cooing at him as he sat, cool as a cuke, looking around at them casually. His vet, Dr. Silber, did all the pokes and prods, checking his mouth, ears, nails, and his temperature and pronounced (several times!) that he was "Parfait!". They even took a photo of him holding Colin. Seriously, this cat is a rockstar. I suspected all along that he was parfait, and now it is confirmed by a medical professional.
He's a cool guy, really relaxed (in between frenzied kitten play moments), and just as charming as can be. I mean, I don't want to boast, but I'm pretty sure my cat is the best ever. Just saying. ^_^