Zen.

So this is Zen. Which is wildly ironic, given his behaviour since we brought him home. πŸ™‚

Zen the kitten

Zen is about 7.5 weeks old. He’s about 10 weeks in size. Given that his mother is a fairly petite Siamese/Balinese/Himalayan-esque something, and he was the only kitten in his litter, I suspect he takes after dad. I suspect he is going to be quite large.

Zen the kitten

In the car on the way home, we learned that he can holler louder than Crumb, which is saying something.

Zen the kitten

Chris and Teresa apparently spent the day learning about the conditioning of animals whose entire living memory involves living in a pod with Mom with big faces and hands appearing at the windows and moving and tapping all day, every day. Zen has interesting reactions to human faces, and hands.

Zen the kitten

He is also not too sure of the other pets, so we haven’t attempted an introduction yet. The dangers of being an only child, really. He’s not all that socialized yet. Would you be, if the only person you’d ever spent time with was your mom?

Zen the kitten

However, he’s chillin’ in the upstairs bathroom for now. I’m sure it’s been a helluva long day. Sensory overload.

Zen the kitten

Don’t tell Sherry, but she may have to wait a bit to meet him, and I suspect her sleeping bag is already packed in the car…

It’s certainly not like when Chris brought the Crumb home, but it’s been nice meeting him. πŸ™‚

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