Our foster kittens almost always come to us with something to work on. Poor White Mittens, of course, was ill when she arrived with Raven, but this fat little boy here wasn't ill and doesn't have far to go to reach his weight goal, so what on earth could he need to work on?
Why, constantly meowing his head off, that's what! The first several days that he was with us Raven meowed just all the time. Was he scared? Lonely? Didn't understand how to communicate with us big, hairless cats? Who knows! It was annoying, you betcha. But of course we didn't punish him for meowing, just lived with him, played with him, petted him, gave him lots of lovies, and look at the photo that I was able to take just recently:
Ahhhh...contented kitten with his mouth shut. Who would have thought that would become such a major goal?
Our handsome little boy will be headed back to the Humane Society on Thursday, all meowed out and ready for the adoption floor, and just think--his forever family will never know that their new kitten used to be such a loudmouth.