He's not only the great leader of China. He's also the newest member of our family. "Mao" also means "cat" in Mandarin...at least it does if you can get the tone right. The spelling for what a cat says is "miao" which sounds like "mao" instead of our "mee-yow."He's about 6 weeks old. Mark and I were coming out of Starbucks this morning talking about how Cameron needed to call about a kitten ad if he really wanted one. A woman behind us said, "I have 2 kittens that we've b een taking care of--we found them abandoned." So this one came home with us. He's very cuddly, and right now very noisy. Lots of "miao-ing"-- I suppose he's a bit lonesome right now. He's caught on to the litter box right away--something that Peter is still working on!
Speaking of poor Peter...we can't decide if Peter wants to play with him or eat him. Peter is very interested, though. In the way that stalkers are interested in their target. I think that once Mao is a bit older and Peter is a bit calmer they'll get on just fine.
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