We picked up our new chocolate Burmese kitten in Upper Hutt after work yesterday and brought him over to Martinborough. We were warned that he was a bit of a goer and we should consider renaming him Denis the Menace.
He turned out to be a composed and confident kitten. A year ago, his predecessor, Java, yowled all the way over the Rimutakas and then scuttled behind the sofa when we arrived. We hardly heard a thing from Mochachino. When we let him out of his carry-box, he marched out confidently and systematically explored the kitchen. After half an hour or so he transferred his attention to Liz and me and started purring, head-butting and playing:
Here he is a day later, lying on my high class gardening trousers and swatting at me:
He’s going to be a good one…
But so was Java and we still miss him.
He’s a nice one! Lots of furry monko.
nice. he’s quite big already.
so cute….but a bit more cafe latte than Mochachino don’t you think?
I agree, but his breed is chocolate Burmese, so who are we to quibble?
Those paws are massive! How adorable.
I can testify that he is a very nice cat.