We had a couple cats before my grandson was born, but had a little surprise addition when a pretty little stray cat kept visiting us. We brought her in with us on a bitterly cold winter night and she never left. Little did we know she was pregnant! Then on April 22nd, three little kittens were born.
By the time they could climb out of the box they were antisocial kittens. They didn't like people or other animals. When you opened the door to their little room they scattered like spilled marbles. My grandson was enraptured by them at first glance.
He particularly loved the orange kitten. I think it was because he visually stuck out since his brothers were both black and white. He would always toddle after him and try to pick him up but the kitten was always faster. Eventually, he won.
Welcome to Paws and Pampers! I'm writing this blog is to share the adventures between my eighteen month old grandson and his four month old kitten while they grow up together.
I grew up with cats in the home, but I didn't get a cat for my children until they were in middle school and could help take care of one.
It's a hilarious new perspective for us to watch the interaction between a baby and a kitten.
