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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Sing A Song Of Sebastian

Sebastian.  A/k/a Spanky Pete.  He doesn't get a lot of press, because he's not crazy.  He doesn't make trouble; he doesn't do naughty things.  He's not perfect, oh no.  He has a tendency to yowl at night - well, every night, but this is a trait common to many male Keetains who believe they have exceptional singing voices.


The late Tulip


The poor guy's had his share of bad luck.  A street rescue at 6 weeks, he was initially adopted out with his brother, Tulip (left), who died from a devastating virus - or perhaps FIP.  He was returned, and since I already had his sister at home, I chose him as my second kitten.






Um, do you mind?


It's a good thing I did, because brother and sister are truly bonded. I always find them cuddled up with each other in an incestuous little knot.



Letting 8-week-old foster Nico win








Sebastian was big Uncle Pete to my fosters, whom he often let take advantage of him.  He also endured their little gifties of ear mites and ringworm (Yay! Sulfur-lyme dip for everyone!) without complaint.


Spanky Pete loves the soft things




He is the only one of my cats who practices the fine art of kneading.  Give him some soft fabric, and he's soon pedaling his paws with a totally blissed-out look on his face, dreaming of Mommy's milk.  He has also performed this little ritual on my stomach, which is an indication that this Mommy needs to do a few more crunches for her flabby abbys.

Sebastian's most outstanding characteristic is that he is the most loving Keetain boy on earth.  He was just sitting on my lap a moment ago, until Keaton pwned him and he had to vacate the premises.  He knows when I'm depressed.  When I am lying down immobile in bed he is either on my stomach or my butt, purring and not getting up until I do. Sometimes a little Spanky is all I need.



Oh, and one little tiny thing, thinking of Spanx.  If I leave my lingerie drawer open, he empties it out piece by piece.  Guess he's looking to get into something a little more comfortable, and my stuff just doesn't suit him.

Bah, what's a little cross-dressing when you have such an awesome Keetain?




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