Welcome Tartiflette!

Here's the adorably rambunctious ball of cute who's been in our home for almost a week now.


She really looks like an angel, even when she's trying to climb up our potted plant, or starts playing with the dangling power cords to my computer and external hard drive, or decides my hair is something to attack.

I initially wanted to call her Pumpkin, but my husband came up with the name Tartiflette and the crazy name fits all her kitten craziness.

She's still not quite used to being alone (our neighbors had the momma cat, plus Tartiflette and her brother) and mews when she's alone for more than 3 minutes. She's a bit on the young side for adopting because she was weaned early on when the momma cat had a serious infection following the birth. We've been strict about what she can and can't do, such as biting our hands or getting on the table, because some of that normal education (especially the biting) she didn't get from her mom because they were separated.

I think the third day here we weighed her and she was at 1040 grams. Yesterday she was already at 1100 grams, so she's growing every day!

Yesterday we applied an anti-flea cream because we think she might have gotten them from her mom who spends a lot of time outside, and I have to admit it was strange to buy it at the pharmacy right next to cough syrup and baby products. Next up: finding a more resistant toy (she's already semi-destroyed a little stuffed mouse my mil gave us).