OK, I'll Admit it: Grayson is Cute

"My little brother Grayson gets on my nerves.  He picks fights and gets my dander up just for fun.  He knows I don't want to be messed with, but he messes anyway.  You know how one human sibling will put their finger in the other's face while taunting 'I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you?'  Well, Grayson does that sort of thing to me.  Then there's all that kitten stuff of his that doesn't directly involve me, but causes me to roll my eyes...

So, as a mature, intelligent feline who abhors all things ridiculous (except for Dr. Seuss), it pains me to admit that Grayson is, indeed, very cute.  Ah, so I finally got that off my chest.  As much as it kills me to say it, there is no denying Grayson's appeal.  Maybe I wouldn't mind admitting this if he was just a little bit more respectful of me.  That's all I will say for now.  I need to go compose myself."

My dear Curry, she just doesn't remember that she was once a goofy, adorable, entertaining kitten herself.  It's as if she's grown up and forgotten that she had a childhood once too.  Unlike Curry, I can't get enough of telling and showing people how cute Grayson is.  I picked him out of his litter before I even knew I was going to take a kitten.  That's my hand touching six-week old Grayson before he was weaned from his three-legged mama (more on that in a future blog).  How could you not love this little guy?  Maybe Curry needed to see him that small.

So, this is one of many future posts about the adorable and wonderful things Grayson does.  For now, I'll close with this video of Grayson just being cute.  Willie makes a brief appearance.