One week with a grey kitten
One week with a British shorthair kitten in Occitania
Sophie & Jean-Pierre (a professionnal trumpeter) bought Amstrong after the loss of Clodio, their former black cat when 17 years ol. They did not find any kitten in refuges around, and decided to adopt a British short hair.
This high price valued and fashionable breed cost them a lot of money but they did not hesitate : "it's not that important : we'll share love for so many years..."
Grey, with a thick but soft fur and orange eyes, this 5 months old kitten adopted me quickly, slept in "my" bedroom, played with my toes,followed me outside when I watered the garden.
In spite of his rather grumpy face, this kitten was adorable. He accepted to be taken in arms, cuddled and kissed. Obviously happy : I could hear him purr !I never heard Amstrong meow. Even when it was time to eat ! He only rubbed against my legs to let me understand he was hungry. A silent cat indeed.
He stayed sometimes in front of the sliding windows when he wanted to go out. Quiet, always patient. He never scratched me, bit me either.
He was too young to jump on the walls around the garden, and vanish in neighbours' gardens what I did prefer ! but he already began to catch butterflies. attracted by moving leaves in the bushes. He hid sometimes in the fig tree and faces some issues to go down !
I had brought a few toys, but the one which fascinated him the most was the laser : he ran after the red light, all over the place. Jumped on the walls and the curtains when the light was directed on them.
We spent mornings playing together, with the laser but with some feathers too or fake mice.
Amstrong sometimes played alone, bringing his toy to me while I was reading in my bed, or near my computer when I was working.
It was quite hot in Occitania (south of France) mid august : a heat wave (40° during the day, still 28° at night) covered half of France ! Even if the house was cool with air conditionning, Amstrong slept a lot in the afternoons. I found him often lying on the carpet in my bedroom or in strange positions in his owners' study. 
On the last day of my sit, Amstrong was always around me, he even followed me in the bathroom, resting on the fresh shower tiles.. When I began to pack, he jumped into my suitcase, afraid he would remain alone ? Very sweet.
Once again, I sat a lovely pet I'll miss.
