When we first met Chester at the local shelter five months ago, his large ears, long legs, and huge kitten paws were a dead giveaway that he was going to be a big cat. Settled in very nicely now, he eats a lot, sleeps a lot, and plays… and then he does it all over again. His appetite and energy are both voracious, so it’s no wonder that our little baby has grown so quickly.
Gone are the oversized kitten features displayed in the photograph to the right from when he first came home. He was 3 months old when I made that photograph, and even though today he might physically look like a grown up cat, spend some time with him and it doesn’t take long to realize that he is still a baby.
He is an incredibly curious kitten, and we often find him exploring inside cabinets or drawers that he can find his way into. He is intrigued by the toilet, and it is hilarious to watch him try to pounce on shadows as the back door closes. He always wants to be in whatever room we are in, and he often sits at the window, eyes darting around as birds come and go. He loves being engaged with his kitty toys, and as he mauls them, it is obvious that there’s enough raw instinct left in him that if he were allowed outside, he would likely terrorize the local wildlife.
Maggie – who is twelve years old – is beginning to tolerate Chester’s rambunctious behavior, and it is very cute to see the rare occasion when she actually allows him to lie beside her and groom her. As with us, Chester just wants to be close to Maggie, even though he sometimes doesn’t know how to tone down the energy level. He is an incredibly affectionate kitten, and as he grows and mellows, I’m sure that the two of them will become fast friends.
So… at eight months of age he must be the equivalent of what… a four year old kid? Makes sense when you watch him around the fish tank. He alternates between just chilling and watching his little friends, to cocking his head and swatting one of those huge paws as they swim by. The fish appear just as interested in him as he is in them, and they genuinely seem curious about the big cuddly cat on the other side of the glass. Luckily I don’t think he will ever develop the smarts to open the lid and really say hello to them… but you never know. Look how big he is already… and he’s still only eight months old!