This little Siamese cat turned a whopping 1 year old this weekend. Okay, okay. To be honest, there's a little bit of guesswork involved in discovering his age. When I do the math about when he came to me and how old he was estimated to be when he arrived, I discover that he was born near the beginning of the month of April. For convenience sake, I'll say he was born April 1st. But that's very much an estimation.
But celebrate it I shall, because each passing month makes Fergus a much more lovely cat to live with.
When Fergus was a bit smaller, he had an endless amount of energy. Play sessions with wand toys would last for hours, and he still had energy left with which to torment my resident cats. He'd sleep for a bit at night, but I'd hear him running and running through the house at random times too.
Now, Fergus tires a little easier. And he just doesn't seem as interested in getting into mischief, as he has a bit of sleeping to do.
Does that mean we're out of the woods? Heck, no. In my experience, cats don't really settle until age 3 years. So we have some time to get through. But I'm happy to give this guy all the time he needs. He's part of the family, after all.
We celebrated the birthday with quite a few toys and more than enough treats, but this new batch of cat grass seemed to bring Fergus the greatest amount of joy. He nibbled and nibbled and nibbled at the stuff, and when he didn't feel like eating, he batted those grass fronds to and fro.
I'm happy that Fergus enjoys his salad. Cat grass like this is a natural remedy for hairballs, and despite my brushings, that's something Fergus is prone to. So the more grass he eats, the better.
He did take time away from his salad to share his mug for the kitties blue at The Cat On My Head. I think he did a nice job, don't you?
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