Taming Progress

My little Growler is becoming the little love muffin I always new he could be. The growler is the runt of the litter--half the size of his sisters and brother, s/he (vet said he but they were difficult to sex so it's possible it is a she; for the sake of this message we will say he) is the only one who ventured beyond a hiss to full-fledged growling at me. He was also the last kitten to be caught and a veritable mama's kitty. I predicted that once I cracked the veneer of fear, the growler would be a little love monkey. Now, I have proof.

Today during our regularly scheduled grooming session, I reached for another kitten to pet. The growler was sitting nearby and reached his/her head towards me and gently bumped my hand with his head. So I pet him a little then went back to the other kitten, but no! Growler says, me, me, oh pick me! more hand butting. It was a breakthrough! The growler is still wary of me when I enter the room, but he has gotten much bolder and is generally the last kitten to scatter if he scatters at all. Now he is asking for pets. Next, he will be lap cat extraordinaire!

Yay Growler!