We don't know the exact date of Casper's birth, but it was about this time of the year. He and his siblings were orphaned when they were about a month old. When we got him a few weeks later, he was a thin little kitten. He wasn't old enough to chew and swallow Kitten Chow, but he had been eating enough of it to stay alive.
We found an internet recipe for Kitty Joy Juice (kitten milk replacer) and he thrived on it. I should mix him up a batch for his birthday. I'm sure he would still remember it. He gets excited every time I open a packet of plain gelatin -- one of the ingredients.
We've had Casper for nearly two years now. He's always been hard to photograph because of his white coat. Furthermore, he doesn't like to look at the camera because he knows it might flash. He agreed to pose for this birthday portrait only if he could pretend to ignore me.
Casper is -- and always has been -- an ornery cat. He's likely to nip a friendly outreached hand. He loves to spring from a hiding place to attack, all in good fun, of course. He doesn't understand why people get irate about bleeding a little. I think he has a little extra meanness in his genes to make up for his white coat which offers little natural camouflage.
On the other hand, when he's feeling mellow, he's a purr-cat with no claws or teeth at all. Like the little girl with the curl, when he's good, he's very, very good, and when he's bad, he's horrid.
Some earlier posts about Casper:
Not a Still Life
Picture of Innocence (Ha!)
Casper The Climber
Cat Meets Cicadas
Casper Likes Autumn
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