Her name is . . . Valfreyja

So, it took us a little while, and a couple of test names, but we reached back into mythos and antiquity, and decided that the kitten's name will be Valfreyja. Or Freya for short. Yes, I did name my pet after the Norse Vanir Goddess associated with Love, Beauty, Fertility, War and Death.

But can't you see how I could be inspired to name he such?

She's been rather adventurous lately. And is surprising me a lot. When she first got home she absolutely hated the stairs. Didn't like me carrying her up or down the stairs. She would even go so far as to romp up to within six inches of the stairs, rear up and run away when she saw me walking up the stairs. Now, she will romp up and down the stairs to find me if I am on a different floor than she is. It took a little bit of training with and ball on a string toy, but she is much more confident.

The surprising thing, that I was not expecting, is that she does not like canned food. She prefers the kibble. I was working this weekend and didn't have much free time, so I wasn't able to start on a raw food diet. But I think tonight I am going to cut up some chicken into small kitten sized bite sized portions for her to gnaw on.

Oh, and she uses the litter box exclusively. She doesn't leave me any surprises around my room. And I respectfully scoop the litter box almost daily.

She was described as the most rambunctious and wild and rammy of all the kittens in her litter, and I am finding that she is full of energy, but also loves to snuggle. Especially when I'm reading a book in bed. She curls up next to me and purrs away. Sometimes she will curl up on my chest if she wants to be petted more while I'm reading.

Impossible, I tell you.  :-)

That's all for today. I'll try to post the results of the raw chicken either tonight or tomorrow.

-Proud Papa