Little Jan Brady - not so little anymore, to be frank (5 pounds!!) - is certainly becoming a cat's cat. He's learning to pick the best spots for sleeping, he's being very careful to wake me up in the middle of the night by sneaking into bed, creeping to my ear, and meowing his funny squeaky meow. He loves doing backflips, playing with jumpy stick and laser pointer, and jumping onto the counter when I am chopping bacon (a daily occurrence here at Chez Widow), and he is learning to drink water from the fridge door. Not such a Tiny anymore. It should be noted that his sister, Nibbler, who was the smallest of the litter, weighs just over 3 pounds, so Jan is something of a little tough guy:
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