Dingus Magee is growing like a weed. This is what he looked like almost 2 months ago.
Sam took him on his first walk, with a harness and leash. Across the street and back took 10 minutes. Since then, we take him out on the patio once or twice a week, and he’s only escaped the harness once when I didn’t have my eye right on him.
The top of my recliner is his favorite place to sleep, even (or especially) when I’m sitting in it. I feel little paws on the back of my head, and eventually his head will come down over my shoulder and he’ll end up in my lap.
“We” have had to learn that the cursor on the computer screen is not a bug or a toy to play with. Sam is thrilled that, after 3 cats in the past 7 years who ignored the laser pointer, he finally has one who loves to chase the little red light as it scampers around the room. It’s a good way to wear him out! (Dingus, that is. Sam just reclines in his chair and chuckles.)
Of course, some of the best toys are free. He had hours of fun with the paper sack. Pumpkin even played with him for awhile.
Dingus continues to torment Pumpkin, but discipline has slowed him down some. This is how it starts. He just cannot resist Pumpkin’s tail.
Pumpkin tries to warn him and get him to back off.
But things quickly escalate. Sam calls this the "Ninja" move. There’s a short spat, which doesn’t faze Dingus at all, then further rumblings from Pumpkin until Sam or I swat Dingus and say “No”. Fortunately, he’s good at playing by himself, too.
He’s over 4 months old now. The appropriate boy-parts will be removed by the vet next week, so we’re hoping things will calm down after that.
Our beautiful big boy.