I am the cutest, friendliest, most fearless kitten in the history of the universe.
Can you believe that no one wanted to adopt this kitten because he is all black?
My trainer suffered another blow when she lost one of her cats two weeks ago. This was not long after she lost her little school pony, Callie. In the process of looking for her cat at the humane society, she became aware that there were a lot of kittens needing adoption at the PPHS. This little guy, three months old, had been surrendered in June. (Very young kittens are fostered with volunteers until they are old enough to be placed.)
I went with her Monday to the Pikes Peak Humane Society. Their procedures are very cumbersome, and it took quite a while before we were in the get acquainted room with the kitten they called Midnight. As he explored us and the room quite fearlessly, we talked to the staff member about how they socialize their kittens. They certainly did a good job with Arnie. I haven’t seen such a brave little cat since our long gone Harley.
My trainer planned to take Midnight home and keep him in a secure room while he got acclimated, so he couldn’t get lost in the nooks and crannies of her old house. That plan evidently lasted about half an hour, and she let him out to meet her other critters: a minature poodle, a Jack Russell terrier, another cat, and a rather largish dog of unknown origins which probably include chow.
The kitten marched up to each animal, purring loudly, and marking each thoroughly. None of them quite know what to make of him. He seems prepared to approach everything. Here he and Dudley, who was in my trainer’s back yard, view each other through a window.
