Hamish’s new person took me up on the offer to send photos of when he was a little guy. I sent a ridiculous number of photos — just couldn’t resist. I got a thank you from her and this note:
Wow, he was so tiny! And you’re right, a little gross. Didn’t realize he had such a rough start, wouldn’t know it to see him today! I also didn’t know so many people wanted to keep him, although I’m not surprised, its hard to resist an adorable kitten who purrs the second he’s picked up. If anyone has any regrets they might feel better knowing that he used my face as a launching pad to jump up on my headboard in the middle of the night and I now have a nice scratch on my forehead that I had to explain to everyone at work today:-)
She called the photo “slightly creepy”. I call it happy and content HAMISH! (Hee — she has the same trouble I did getting photos of him: … he’s either racing around or sleeping as close to my face as he can get.