Only pure adoration.

Their names are Mini and Maxi. Pretty self-explanatory, don’t you think? Maxi has more Persian blood in him/her, so he/she acts all high and mighty most of the time. Not a very sociable kitty, very fluffy though. Doesn’t like being carried by people – something which seems to be an apparent trait among purebreds since the Siamese at home acts the same way. I suppose he/she would grow up and be real pretty some day. And possibly clog my vacuum cleaner.

Mini on the other hand is quite a generic kitty with no distinct features. Not physically at least. A hyper, hyperactive kitty. Never tired of running around doing dirty (literally) things like crawling in the drain and sleeping on mud. This little fellow is more tolerant to being carried around, but like an ADHD kid he/she never stays still long enough. Requires cleaning the most as he/she thinks playing with mud is fun. Was tempted to dunk him/her into the pail when I had to clean his/her feet.

Honestly, I’m not too sure of their genders. With kittens, it’s not quite as easy as flipping them over and checking… stuff out. Then again, it doesn’t really matter. Regardless of their gender, they’re really a handful. There was once when my whole family had to chase after the little fellows because they didn’t want to go back their cage. Yes, we do cage them but only at night. My grandpa is very concerned of their well-being so it’s better to keep them in check when no one’s watching. We let them out during the day so they do get plenty of time to play.

Plenty to say, little time. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here’s three thousand words!

Gotta run.

_{Don’t be tricked by his innocent looks}

You must be wondering why would a cute kitty like Koko deserve the rank ‘Killer’. The pictures will speak for themselves.

_{First injury of the day}

That was the first thing Koko gave me after I haven’t seen him for a while. I was having my lunch when he suddenly pounced on my feet. Trying to get him off it only made things worse. And more painful.

_{Left hand bleeding, right hand bleeding more}

Those were scratches he gave me when I attempted to pull him off my mum’s feet, which he was happily biting too.

_{One hand camera, one hand pain.}

I’ve learnt to stay away from him now. He bites when anyone attempts to pat him. And he pounces on any moving objects. That includes feet.

He particularly likes mine.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Pardon my extreme enthusiasm. I get that when I’m around cats. And he’s way too cute. I swear he treats me as a scratching post. And his food. But he’s still too cute. Hahahaha…