the porch kitten aka. fraulein ponyo von mitten is doing well. she's not as sociable as the persian & himalayan cats, but that's probably because they've been inbred to sit on your lap and do nothing all day. brenden is tired of me constantly asking him: "when are cats full grown?" or "when do kittens stop growing?" or "do yo think she's going to stay this size?" she'll be a year old in july and i've been secretly hoping that her diet of bugs, leaves and dirt for the first 5 months of her life has stunted her growth and keeps her a smallcat. but she's already getting a gut, and weighs more than the other two cats so i doubt that's going to happen. did you know cats live up to 20 years? that's a lot of years before i can get a new cat. sigh. anyway, here'a a photo of ponyo sniffing a giant lump of fake fur.
dear ponyo, it's not your mother. she abandoned you and your fleas under our porch.