My friend Seal --3

When Seal first came to my apartment, his weight was only about 5 pounds. For a little kitten I guess that is probably just right. Six months later, he is 11 pounds now. Have to start considering a diet for the little one.

Seal usually takes a piece of wet food in the early morning and a third cup of dry food twice a day. I tried different brands of wet food and dry food. He seems to be happy with any kind of dry food, but very picky for the wet food. We tried many flavors of wet food, including chicken, white fish, turkey, salmon, etc., but there is alway wet food leftover everyday. He doesn’t like cat treats as well. My friends brought some cat treats and suggested to train him some skills. Somehow these little tricks don't work for Seal at all. He would do what he likes to do I guess.

Seal likes his cat tree. Once I brought him to my friend’s house, he jumped to the landlord's cat tree and fought with the tree’s owner, a rag doll twice larger in size, to stay at the highland of the tree. Seal is definitely brave, but he had to strategically retreat to somewhere under the sofa to avoid further mau boxing. Both of the two cats, Seal and Raven, love a cat toy with three plastic dragonfly on an iron wire. When you shake the toy, the noise made by the plastic wings drives the two crazy. They chase after the dragonfly, using their paws and teeth to tear the poor wings down. Seal would rather not chase his cat toy continuously. He would rather retreat to a corner, lower his body down to the ground, shaking his tail and pouncing out to his target. It looks like an ambush. Years ago his ancestors must utilize the same gesture to catch birds in a jungle. I don’t know where he learnt these skills, as he was separated from his parents or siblings since he was very young. I guess that’s the animal instinct that was written in their genomes?