It has been a very long time since I was covered in kisses to this extent. Albeit milky, nuzzling, purring kisses with more nibble action as her chompers have grown in.
I started putting some canned kitten chow into the milk bottle every so often over the last few days, to get Sparkles used to different taste and texture. I have also attempted to teach her to lap from a bowl, one of the messiest endeavors imaginable. Feet, face, fur plastered in goop and then pawfully shared up my arms, neck, face, into my hair and all over my glasses. Just wiping Sparkles off with a damp wash cloth induced a pathetic shivering attack and she had to be wrapped in towels and hugged with her hot water bottle until she warmed up again.
Sparkles decided this morning that she did not want to be bottle fed any more. By this evening's feed she has pretty much mastered the technique, without my needing to wade into the dish with her. (The dish is the screw cap from a sauer-craute jar; perfect size and height for her).
Princess Sparkles is officially weaned. She'll be asking for the car keys next.
