When it comes to kitten cuteness, resistance is futile.
Our wizened old barn cat is not particularly happy about the new competition. However, the superpower of kittens means the little one somehow got away with his share of food. Our barn cat would normally fight a wolverine to protect it’s food monopoly (and lose because it’s a small cat), but for some reason it didn’t smack the kitten. It just growled and put up with it.
(Yes, I know. Cow milk is not good for cats. It seems so damn wholesome but it’s not. I told Mrs. Curmudgeon to quit giving the little one cow milk lest it get the shits from hell. I believe I said something like “it’s like giving a toddler Taco Bell”.)
Once you feed a cat you are never cat-less again. Yes, we use an old pot for cat food. Classy eh?
