Boomer’s a real poser. Wave a camera in his face, even if it’s just the iPhone, and he’ll make eye contact, prrrt at you happily, and sit up waiting for the ch-ck noise. And do it again, and again, and again, until he eventually gets bored, by which time even I, as a truly crappy photographer, am more-or-less certain to have acquired one non-crappy photo.
Tigra, however, is a nosey little wenchkitten. Camera? What’s that thing you’re pointing in my face? Can I sniff it? I have endless pictures of the end of her nose. Blurry shots of cat markings, kitten in mid-leap, kitten halfway to sitting up to look at me.. she’s a really affectionate nosey little brat, which is wonderful most of the time but not if I actually want her to sit STILL! Mostly, I only get halfway passable poses when she’s asleep. That does let me get comparative how-she’s-grown shots, though.
To the left, we have Tigra about three months ago. And to the right, Tigra a week ago. She really is a pretty girl, but not camera-friendly at all.
They’re still growing practically visibly. Boo, I suspect, gets growing pains, because he’ll get really CRANKY for a week or so, especially if you pick him up for a cuddle; then you’ll suddenly realise “… cat, weren’t you an inch shorter a week ago? And about half a kilo lighter?”
The size difference is probably best illustrated. I took this this morning; it was pouring with rain, and the kittens decided that snuggling on the couch with me was The Way To Go.
He’s already the weight of a fully grown cat (just shy of 5kgs), but visibly hasn’t done growing. He’s still got the long lean lines of a young boy, and only some of the signs of the huge hulk of catmuscle I think he’ll develop into. God only knows when he’ll stop.
Tigra’s still small and sweet. And, in the last month or so, amazingly cuddly. She’s learned a new trick, in fact. For some months, if she’s wanted headscritches, she’ll lean back on her haunches and bat at your hand with a paw, dragging it gently to her face if she can. She’s extended her repertoire; now, if she wants picked up, she’ll lean back on her haunches, waggle both front arms at you, and look cute. It’s irresistably sweet.
For that matter, they both are.
