the nearly unphotographable kitten

She simply moves too much now, too quickly. And whenever I aim the camera at her she tries to attack it, generating even more motion. At this stage of development I just can’t get many shots of her that aren’t blurry.

At the risk of sounding too saccharine, Tamanya has to be the softest and cuddliest kitten I’ve ever met. Her only drawback remains that her favorite activity, other than eating (which I’m very happy with due to her continued small size), is biting my hands. She will also still bite my face if I let her get close, so I don’t.

With strangers, however, she is shy and friendly. Another friend came over to meet her this afternoon, and Tamanya was an angel and didn’t bite once. But as soon as my friend left, I was under assault again.

Those multi-vitamins that the vet convinced me to mix with her food seem to be working. She’s even more energetic than before, and even softer and apparently healthier.

But by “soft” I’m only referring to soft fur. In terms of personality, she’s a tough one– an unnaturally skilled fighter, wrestler, and biter.

Another skill she picked up suddenly a few days ago… Instead of following me around the house everywhere, wasting much energy, she’s now begun to predict the likely next location where I will spend a long period of time. And she goes there and patiently waits for me to show up. Sometimes she’s wrong about where I intend to go next, but it’s uncanny how often she’s right. There must be many subtle patterns to the order in which we do things, and to the physical cues we give regarding that order, to such a degree that even tiny animals less than 2 months old can pick up on them.