The kitten is a week and a day old. It's eyes are still closed and it has learned that if it cries enough that it will be picked up. It stops crying as soon as it's picked up just like a baby. Its cry is loud, which lets me know that its little lungs are plenty strong. It loves to be held; it wiggles and claws its way around a hand and enjoys trying to climb up shirts and arms. It also enjoys sucking on fingers, thumbs, and shirts; however, its favorite spot is the area between the thumb and forefinger.
It was a rainy day today, so Mustache just dropped by to check on the kitten for a little while and then went for shelter. Cats don't tend to like water, so its understandable. Talking about water, the kitten got another bath today, since I had seen still one flea on it. It took some serious work but the flea is off of it...yey! I'm sure the kitten will feel better with it gone. Cats normally groom a lot and try to make sure they don't have fleas on them, but the kitten can't groom itself yet. I'm looking forward to the day that it can groom itself.
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