MoldovAnn

As I expected would happen, Igor is completely in love with the kitten. He even skipped his regular trip to the gym to stay home with her instead on Monday. I knew he was done for when he called me at work so I could hear through the phone how loudly she was purring. When I got home later in the evening, he was full of stories of all the cute things she’d done all day- playing tag with him, hiding from the vacuum cleaner, “guarding” the couch (ie, sleeping on it quite seriously, as if to keep it from running off) and eating, eating, eating.

There had been enormous amounts of intake, but no outflow. She looked like an overstuffed sausage on four tiny legs – I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an enormous belly on such a little creature. I finally picked her up and put her directly into her litter box, where she promptly sat down and looked up at me. A moment later an idea seemed to occur to her, and she starting scratching around. Mission accomplished! About 5 minutes later she went back to her box on her own for round 2.

A short time later, Igor started calling her Pandora. It kinda stuck. Lots of cute ways to diminutize it in Russian (and English too, actually). So, I think we have a name.

She was full of spunk after losing some of that belly, and we laughed hard at her antics. Finally curled up on the couch with the loud loud purring in my ear. Awww. She is just too damn cute.

We had a little romp this morning, then breakfast, and now she’s napping in my lap. OK, I am totally in love with her too, we have both lost it completely.