And what a month it’s been! From timid, 8 weeks old bundle of floof to (almost) 13 weeks old boisterous adventurer it’s been an absolute joy and delight having Pablo around.
Technically at the moment he is Bob’s kitten, although he tells me I have a good stake too- he lives with Bob and his brother but one day will become ours when we set up home together. I get weekend and some weekday ownership and that includes my share of vet trips, litter box duty and emergency dashes for kitten food because we can’t keep up with his voracious appetite.
Named after the notorious Pablo Escobar (Narocs fans, what of it?) this grey and white fuzz ball is turning out to be a real character and certainly keeps us on our toes as he works out how to pounce, growl and cause chaos wherever he goes. The meow is still a work in progress but he’s making his presence felt in many other ways to make up for it.