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| He loved his toys.
Whenever I would take his "Kitty Teaser" from its hiding place,
he would "talk" about it, begging to play with it.
No matter what toy he was playing with, be it the "Teaser" or a piece of string, if he caught the toy and you didn't release it, he would growl a tiny kitten growl. The game was over. He caught it--he won. These were the "rules". |
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When we lived in an apartment with a hardwood floor, we had a lot of dust balls appearing. Dmitri was often seen eating them. |
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We were never sure if this was intentional or not. This, and often getting his white fur dirty, earned him more nicknames like "The Filth Kitten" and "Dmitri Filth-eater". |
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| His filth forays got him so dirty, and his grooming was not the best yet, that we had to bathe him on a couple of occasions.... | |
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(Not a happy camper) |
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All nice and clean and fluffy! |
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| He was the first
"bathroom cat". In the morning, back at the apartment, he
liked to come in and see what we were doing. If the door was closed,
he would lightly scratch at it. I taught him how to jump on my lap
(he'd later jump on our laps when we sat on the stool in the kitchen,
too). I'd give him Pounce treats to try to teach him other tricks,
and these treats became referred to as "'Mitri treats".
'Mitri like the wide ledge of the bathtub at the apartment. When Nora would take a bath, he would sit and watch her, occasionally playing with her toes or the bubble bath bubbles.' |
