Maftet has nearly taken over my journal, these days. I kep expecting to show up and find she's made the decor all girly and pink. Then again, she isn't exactly a fluffy pink sort of kitten, is she? So, perhaps my color scheme is safe.
Anyway,you folks wanted to know the paternity of the most recent batch of kittens. I am fairly sure it isn't me. Masami tried to show me the ropes, if you know what I mean (and if you do, could you please explain it to me?), but it made me very uncomfortable. And that was before I got thrown in kitty jail for two weeks. So, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me, unless these things work much differently than I think they do.
Also, none of those kittens look at all like me.But they do look just like Mr. Sam. My peopleses were sure he had been fixed before he came to live with them. So they are very confused. They keep saying things like, "Clearly, he wasn't fixed enough." But that confuses me. If he was working well enough to become a daddy, at his age, he clearly wasn't broken. I don't get it.
Also, now they keep saying, "Well, now we know what caused his stroke." But that confuses me, too. I really don't understand the peopleses. They are a very mysterious species.
The peopleses say that none of the kittens are gonna stay here after they are weaned. I think that's a good idea: The house is getting kind of crowded. The peopleses say that the kittens would make good Cat-mouse gifts. I think that they will get kinda cold in Sandy Claws' sled, thoug. Their coats aren't that thick yet. As their might-have-been Dad, I do worry about the little buggers.