Pawprint #41: March winter (Maaliskuun talvi)

Me and Kauni dedicate this few-second clip of falling snow/sleet, taken while we were sitting by the window, to a special someone who is celebrating her birthday in March!  Happy Birthday to our mom's mom!

NOTE: This blog was meant to be posted two weeks ago. Unfortunately, we got some internet and computer problems, then I became busy for a while.

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Pawprint #7: A weird kitten behind the wall

The kitten and the mirror

There's a strange wall in our house. Every time that I stay or play in front of it, another cat is there, staring back at me and always copying whatever I do. Until now, I can't understand why he does that. I couldn't smell his scent or hear his miaus. My humans never allowed me to go behind that wall, so I still haven't met him cat-to-cat. I thought I would be alone in this house forever until Kauni arrived.

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Pawprint #6: My first mouse

The white mouse squeaks.

I bite it, I scratch it.

Sometimes I use a trick.

Always, I could easily clutch it.
Miau!

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Pawprint #4: Brush, brush

After a week with my new humans, I met a cat doctor. It was my first time to be in a clinic. I got really nervous that I couldn't remember what else happened. 

The next day, my humans did something to my canines. I guess it was the doctor's fault. The  paste in my mouth tasted nice, but the brush was really annoying! I didn't like being held in the face and neck too. 

To my disappointment, I discovered later that  this dreadful thing is going to happen again and again. Lucky me, the second time was more bearable. My humans learned they have to take it easy at first: no brush for the first few weeks, just the gentle finger and the paste until I became used to it. Now I enjoy the brushing time a lot, and I always get a reward of another yummy treat!

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Pawprint #2: First meal alone

During my first few days in my new abode, I misssed my litter-mates a lot. It's weird because back at my previous place, we fought as much as we played with each other, and I didn't care. On my first night, I miaued a lot until my throat got tired and irritated. I didn't even have the appetite for food. But on the next day I was so hungry I got to eat some. Thankfully, the food smelled and tasted familiar.

Well, I couldn't help myself scratch around the dish.. just following my instinct. I still do this now.

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