I'm gonna go the other way. One of D's friends is fostering a tiny abandoned kitten. She brought it along on a short jaunt through the Santa Cruz Mountains. "Kitty" was about 14 days old at the time had three different activities: being catatonic, feeding and scrambling around full speed ahead.
When Kitty was sleeping or eating, she was happy hanging in the oversized fanny pack. But she was spending entirely too much time in a frenzy of kitten scrambling.
Finally I decided to help. I was wearing a loose weave cotton shirt that was easy for Kitty to climb. I let Kitty climb up to my shoulder, and then put her back on my belly for another climb. After a few laps, I put her on her back in the palm of my hand, and rubbed her chest with my finger. In a couple of minutes, she was comatose in my hands.
I put her in my shirt pocket, and we went on about the hike. On a big step, she might wake a bit, pull herself up to take a look, and then slide back into the hammock for some shut eye. As the only non-professional on the hike, I was happy to be able to show an unusual level of skill in kitten wrangling. Not that I would, you know, gloat.
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When Kitty was sleeping or eating, she was happy hanging in the oversized fanny pack. But she was spending entirely too much time in a frenzy of kitten scrambling.
Finally I decided to help. I was wearing a loose weave cotton shirt that was easy for Kitty to climb. I let Kitty climb up to my shoulder, and then put her back on my belly for another climb. After a few laps, I put her on her back in the palm of my hand, and rubbed her chest with my finger. In a couple of minutes, she was comatose in my hands.
I put her in my shirt pocket, and we went on about the hike. On a big step, she might wake a bit, pull herself up to take a look, and then slide back into the hammock for some shut eye. As the only non-professional on the hike, I was happy to be able to show an unusual level of skill in kitten wrangling. Not that I would, you know, gloat.
- mark 8-29-2004 5:33 am