Perspectives

Once the kittens were born, I of course let them become accustomed to finding nourishment, and being next to their mother. They huddled together against her for warmth and security.

It was vewy wawm and skwishy when I fewst wemember. Then, there was a big push an’ out I come into the big cold. I was scarwed but then a big lappy thing cleaned me and I felt wawm but dwy. There was a big big wawm fuzzy body an’ she kept me close and comfy.

Then I found a itty bitty tube an’ wawm tasty stuff came out an’ I dwank an’ dwank an’ dwank. Then I slept. I felt wawm and safe next to the big big warm fuzzy body.

But I wanted to get them used to human touch as soon as possible, so that their earliest memories would be of  being held gently in my hand. I wouldn’t keep them for long, just a minute or so, and then would replace them against their mother.

Then...then...I was lifted up up up up! I was way up and flying except I was on this wawm smooth thing that held me an’ kept me from falling. I yelled and yelled, an’ the wawm smooth thing put me down an’ I was against the big big fuzzy body again. Whew. I slept.

Repetition is important, I think, as it establishes a routine, and gives them a sense of  being held and touched as rather mundane and every-day.

Then, I was lifted up up up up again!! The wawm smooth thing held me an’ something stwoked my head. I yelled and yelled and yelled, an’ the wawm smooth thing put me down again.

They were of course frightened at first, but they became used to the process. I take each of them up in turn and softly run a finger along their little bodies and over their heads.

There are other little fuzzy things like me an’ the same thing happens to them! Some day, we’ll be big an’ stwong like the big big fuzzy body an’ if the wawm smooth thing tries to lift us, we’ll tear it to pieces!

Ya have to watch out in this new bright cold wowld. What a nightmawre. Whatever a nightmawre is...

I think the kittens enjoyed their first pets.