Diesel

We are having such a fun time with Diesel. Everything is a toy when you're a kitten. Everything. We have to keep the chairs pushed in at the table or he's on it. We had to take the antique milk bottles down so he wouldn't break them. Toes are toys and legs are something to be climbed. All of our crocs shoes have bite marks in them. He obviously likes the way they feel when he bites them. Misty is not nearly as taken by him as we are. He is attracted to her tail and likes to "catch" it, which sets her off. She is perpetually mad at him. It's kind of funny. She did slap him good the other day. She snagged his nose, lip and paw with her claws. He was much more cautious, for a short time. He is like Dexter was when he was a baby in that they play hard until they just fall asleep. Here is Diesel sleeping on the steps. 

Oops. We interupted his nap with our picture taking.

J likes the kitten other than when Diesel hangs from his pant legs. He's afraid to wear shorts around the kitten.

Diesel had to get his booster shots yesterday. He meowed at them very loudly letting them know he wasn't happy about it. Then he hissed at the vet while she was checking him out. They warned me that he might be a little lethargic from the shot but he was acting just fine, playing and running like usual. He was playing in the clean laundry and was all wrapped up in a bra strap, batting at my hands when he just fell asleep mid-bat.

He stayed there alseep all evening and night, didn't eat anything and woke up this morning just fine. Go figure.