Buster is our kitten. We got him for free near the end of April. Mom saw the flyer about town, but said nothing because we can not have pets in the apartment that we live in. Sarah saw the flyer and told me about and we decided to go ask the current owner if there were any left, there were (ten) and so we shot off to acquire one for our selves with very thought on anything other than our insatiable desire to have a pet.
We stood and looked in the big box swarming with kittens ranging from 6 to 8 weeks old. After much deliberation we decided on the second biggest kitten because he looked healthy, didn't seem to mind us, and for me, I liked the tan fur behind his ears.
It wasn't until after we drove off with him that we realized that we did not know the sex of our new family member. Oh well, nothing a little Internet research couldn't fix! So the the next day I looked up way to know and followed the directions of lifting the tail and looking to see if the "holes" were far apart. They are, so we are 99% sure he is a boy. Mother came up with the name Buster and we eventually flipped a coin to decided if his name was to Buster or Bandit. And Buster suits him perfectly.
Buster is wild. He likes to run around as if possessed and latch onto our feet and attack our hands with claws flailing about. Sarah helps to encourage this somewhat undesirable behavior. He likes to sleep on my chest between my face and book, which I artfully work around so as not to disturb him. (I would have him sleeping on me than biting or scratching me.) He also likes to lick my face. I am not sure how I feel about this. It tickles and is SO cute, but then again he likes himself and eats mice whole and I am always afraid that at any moment he is going to release his claws on my face.
He is meant to live at the homestead and he spent about two and a half days there this week but then we brought him back home for fear will go crazy with no one to interact with. We will however take him back some time soon. While we were working on the house the second time with Buster there (the first time he spent a good deal of the time on Mom's back beneath her jacket trying to keep out the wind) he caught at least four baby mice and it was most fascinating to watch how he would torture the poor things and then crush their bones and swallow them whole. What a kitten! We are very glad that he catches mice, one of the main reasons we got him.
Mom at first kept saying that "we can't have that" but by day two she was in love like the rest of us and as I said before even came up with the winning name!
So we love Buster and he loves us and it is just great having a little companion...except for when you are trying to eat or when his claws are in you.
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