So now Timmy likes the kitty upstairs. It's love. And she's one of those alpha females that don't get along with many other cats. I think she's his Elsa substitute. He goes to the top of the stairs and puts his paws under the door and shakes it. He wants to play...soooo badly....
And whenever we're up there and the door is open, he'll calmly saunter up there and start nosing around like he belongs there. Bad kitty.
I have a feeling that we're going to have problems keeping our kitty tribes separate.
And in other news, I hear that there are now 3 or so kittens in MT waiting for me. They are large I hear, but details aren't forthcoming yet. I'll report more later.
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