Recently my family got two kittens. One is mine and the other is my mom’s. My kitten is a black and gray tiger with a few adorable orange spots, one in particular on the crown of her head. She’s pretty small, about the size of a loaf of bread when she’s laying down scrunched up, and I decided to name her Calico, because of her orange spots.
She is quite an adorable little thing, and recently I have notice some peculiar behavior that has led me to think that she is a puppy, rather than a kitten.
Exhibit 1: She loves to chase her tail. Almost every time she catches sight of her tail, unless she is busy washing, she tries to snare it with her paws, going so far as spinning around in circles after it. Usually she ends up falling over, then pretends that nothing untoward happened.
Exhibit 2: She knows her name, and sometimes comes when she’s called. Whenever she hears her name her ears perk up and she looks towards whoever said it. Usually she then goes back to whatever she was doing, but occasionally, when she’s in the mood for a good rub, she comes over and leaps up into your lap.
Exhibit 3: She knows the word ‘no’. There are a lot of things the cats aren’t allowed to do; don’t touch the curtains, don’t get on the table, stay out of the toilet, etc. The family has gotten into the habit of, whenever the cats do something they aren’t supposed to—Calico loves laying on the table—telling them ‘no’ firmly, then removing them from the incorrect behavior. So now, when Cali attempts to get on the table and someone tells her ‘no’, she gets down.
So you see? My kitten is really a puppy.
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