Looking at my Dexter-cat

[sienamystic]

He's a big strapping boycat now, although he's scared of his own shadow and spends way too much time under the bed. But at night, when I'm about to fall asleep, he comes and snuggles into the curve of my arm and purrrs and purrs and purrs. So I guess that it makes up for the fact that he spends the day running away from things.

Dex and his brother Miles (adopted to a very nice lady) was a feral kitten, so he started out life suspicious. Check out his expression as a wee tiny kitten:



Sadly, he still regards me with the same expression when I announce that he needs to be brushed, or have his claws clipped.

Comments

[dakiwiboid.livejournal.com]

I perish of cute!

[sienamystic.livejournal.com]

It's funny, because the entire cat rescue group that I was fostering for agreed that Dex and his brother were some of the ugliest kittens ever seen. They had pointy little faces and apparently looked like those Koosh balls that were given animal faces and arms and legs to become toys. But by the time I got them (nine weeks) they were starting to grow into themselves, and Dexter is now quite the handsome laddie. Miles, his grey brother, is apparently also a heartbreaker.