It's a girl

We have a new member of the family, and I am at risk of becoming a crazy cat lady.



Her name is Eleanor. She is roughly six weeks old, weighs in at 1 pound, 9.2 ounces, with calico fur and grey-blue eyes. And she is the most tiny, effing adorable thing I think I have ever seen.

Though, according to her "adoption papers," she is not a kitten -- she is a MISC LIVE ANIMAL. When I told my brother this, he asked, "Was there tax?" And so there was! Kitten tax!



So far, she is doing marvelously, and has even begun to be curious about Elijah, though she was so mean to him at first that now he is afraid of her. But in time, I think they will get along swimmingly (they are already sharing fleas). She LOVES me, and is darling and adorable. Purrs all the time, and sleeps almost all the time.

Though, she does have a drinking problem. I think she was weaned too early (though fortunately, saved from a life as a feral farm cat), because she does not understand that she should lap up the water with her tongue. Instead, she plants her chin in the water bowl, and sucks the water as if through a straw or a teat.

She is not yet box trained, which is a bit of a nuisance (clearly, weaned far too young), but a hurdle that should be easily overcome, particularly if she stops hissing and spitting at Elijah. Neurotic as he is, I think he could teach her a thing or two about being a cat. As long as those lessons don't include pooping in the bath tub.