Wow, Sara, that's quite a story about Jupiter and your friend! I'm glad she rescued the kittens, but geeze to break both your legs in the process???!!?! Now *that's* an animal lover!
Tubby and Peanut have been grown for so long now that I hardly remember what it's like to have kittens. I adore kittens and all their goofiness and playfulness. I just love it when they spring straight up in the air for no reason at all, then go tearing off after some imagined foe. However, I also remember the torn plants and gashes on my arms from Tubby's teeth and claws. Yes, he liked to play rough and since I was the only one around for him to play with, I got it good. All my friends would say "What did you DO to your arms?" I would just calmly explain that I had a little terror cat at home. Still do sometimes, but now Peanut gets the brunt of it instead of me.
They calm down quite a bit as they get older, but their personalities really start to come through. Tubby is just such a "king of the house" type of cat. He's top cat and he knows it, and you can see it in how he walks through the house like "This is my territory and you better not forget it!" He is demanding and is not shy about telling you when he wants something. Peanut is such a little sweatheart. She is more than happy to let Tubby take the limelight, then she'll sneak up and give you that look, so you can't help but scoop her up and smother her in smoochies.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when they're kittens, they're kittens. As they grow older, they become individuals and you learn to appreciate the little things that make them unique.
Tubby
Spring 1986 - Dec. 11, 2004
RIP Big Boy
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Peanut
Fall 1988 - Jan. 24, 2007
RIP Snotty Girl
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Robin
Fall 1997 - Oct. 6, 2012
RIP Sweet Monkeyhead Girl
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