Breakfast at Kittany's

Apologies to Truman Capote on the bastardization of the title of his short story ... I know it was a stretch.  So sue me.

It's all to describe my breakfast partner this morning, Man Ray, who is rapidly becoming totally comfy downstairs and totally on board with being my Special Little ManKitty forever.

So well-adjusted is he that, this morning, he decided to have breakfast with MomKatt.  I was happy to have him ... until he decided he wanted MY breakfast (I'm still giggling as I type this, just thinking about it).

Initially, after I nuked my Weight Watchers Turkey Sausage Muffin, I went to sit down & found Ray sitting in my chair at the dining room table.  "Are you going to have breakfast with Mom this morning, Ray?" I asked him, and he stood and circled towards the back of the chair so that I could sit down.  (Already the little gentlemankatt, isn't he?)

At first I think he was just shooting for companionship/pettings ...

THEN ... he spotted

THE MUFFIN!

"MomKatt can I have some of da breakfast?"

"No, darlin', you can't have Mommeh's breakfast.  You had your breakfast a little while ago, remember?"

I moved the muffin (but not before he got his cute little toofies in a VERY tiny side portion - you can probably see it sticking out there in the photo above this paragraph - of the sausage pattie.  He did NOT score the sausage pattie.  Much to his disappointment, I'm sure, but he got a few VERY tiny pieces of it for himself.  I didn't want to give him too much, as even turkey sausage, I'm sure, is a bit rich for a kitty's system.)

Ray looked around after I lifted the plate away from the placemat.

"Where'd it go, MomKatt?  It smelled SO good!"

I was having a bit of a chuckle, imagining whispers from the audience, to wit:  "Psst!  Ray!  It's behind you!"  Or staging this as a game show:  "SPOT THE BREAKFAST"!  (Sort of like Monty Python's "Spot the Looney".)

Of course, soon The Cavalry Rachel arrived to "help" her brofur.

 "Rachel!  Thank Bast you've come!  Help me find MomKatt's breakfast!  It smells SOOOO good!"

Rachel "helped" for about two minutes.  Then THIS happened:

Some help, huh?  "Bah!" Ray says.  "Girls!  You can't count on 'em in a clutch, can you?"

(No, he never DID find it 'til I retrieved the plate myself and he saw it.  LOL That's when he got his five tiny sausage samples.)

I love having feline company at breakfast.  Gary usually deserts me to watch the BBC news or one of his endless LeMans racing DVDs.  Wakes him up, he says.  Usually, I'm kept company by Selina but she was on the counter behind me in Pink Bed.  Relations are ... developing.  I'm happy to report there was LESS hissing last night from her; in fact, at one point, she even sniffed Rachel's butt - THEN hissed!  (I mean, really.  What do you expect, sniffing others' butts?  YOU have no right to hiss in that situation, in my opinion!  I think it was entirely Rachel's place to be offended, if anyone was to be offended, don't you?)

And last night, Ray climbed right into my lap when I was on the sofa catching up on baseball news and settled into bread loaf position and STAYED.

They are both quickly adapting and becoming a part of the family.  Ray still gets his calming treat (and now we're trying them - Composure Treats - on Sasha, too, to see if they help with her issues, particularly her herpes and the stress she no doubt feels with the two new additions AND the fact that there are two MORE black cats, as if Peppers wasn't enough to torment her.  LOL)

But, as you can see in the pictures, I hope, his coat (and Rachel's) is so soft and shiny now.  I see zero evidence of stress licking - he just bathes like a normal cat - and while his tummy fur might always be a LITTLE bit thin, it's is in such better shape than it was in June or July.

So.  That's the update on "the kittens".  Guess they will always be "the kittens", even after they grow up, to me.  But that's OK.

They wish you all peace on this Wed.

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On a sad note, we'd like to express our sympathy to Ginger Jasper's furramily on his trip to The Bridge.  We're so very sorry you all are having to go through this.  I know you'll miss GJ something awful.  We are thinking of you ....

Selina, MomKatt Laura & the Carter Clowder