Much like Pinocchio, without all the wooden parts, Ralphie was a bit of an enigma when he lived at the Shelter. He wanted to be a real kitten, but never quite knew how to go about it. Sure, there were lots of other cats at the Shelter to hang with and food and water were always plentiful, but something seemed like it was missing.
When he came home with me, he was still that little cat that didn't quite know where he belonged in the world, but he was catching on quick. Different experiments with food, sleeping in a kennel with his personal, private litter box and lots of toys finally, FINALLY brought out the Ralphie kitten that I knew was hiding in that compact little body. No, I don't think he's gotten any bigger physically, but emotionally, he has become a powerhouse. He races out of the bedroom as fast as he can go, runs into the kitchen and waits for me to heat his food up in the microwave (as I said, ALL my animals are spoiled!), he plays with the balls on the wood floor, skittering around like a tiny little tornado. And OH, he LOVES string, rope and anything that you can pull across the rug that he can chase. I always thought Ralphie was going to be a quiet, unassuming King of the Shelter or Home, but I was wrong. So very wrong. He has taken over the house, taken over my life and taken over my heart.
Guess I'll have to buy him a cricket.
When he came home with me, he was still that little cat that didn't quite know where he belonged in the world, but he was catching on quick. Different experiments with food, sleeping in a kennel with his personal, private litter box and lots of toys finally, FINALLY brought out the Ralphie kitten that I knew was hiding in that compact little body. No, I don't think he's gotten any bigger physically, but emotionally, he has become a powerhouse. He races out of the bedroom as fast as he can go, runs into the kitchen and waits for me to heat his food up in the microwave (as I said, ALL my animals are spoiled!), he plays with the balls on the wood floor, skittering around like a tiny little tornado. And OH, he LOVES string, rope and anything that you can pull across the rug that he can chase. I always thought Ralphie was going to be a quiet, unassuming King of the Shelter or Home, but I was wrong. So very wrong. He has taken over the house, taken over my life and taken over my heart.
Guess I'll have to buy him a cricket.
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