I don't wanna grow up...

My kitten Hopper has nearly doubled in size since we got him. He is still 1/3 the size of boy cat--Julian, but bigger than the handful of fur I was handed over a month ago. He's fallen into all our Kittie routines and is still as zany and adorable as ever. He likes to cuddle on the toilet and still manages to annoy the older cats a great deal, and steal the show like never before...one thing has changed though, and he's none too happy about it.

When we first got him our girl cat Runway had holed up in a large box to keep away. Hopper in return made a nest in a Kleenex box which he pushed across the floor and tucked next to Runway's larger box. This morning I heard a rustling from across the floor and little whimpers. I looked up to see a much larger Hopper trying as he might to squeeze into his once beloved Kleenex box, only this time he didn't fit. Poor baby, it was quite the growing pain.

He caught my eye and ran straight over to me with a final and resolute whimper. He has a new cat tree to climb and sleep on but it is always hard to say goodbye to our baby comforts, as Hopper learned today.
On the same note, Julian asked to put a diaper on today after several failed attempts at using the big-boy potty (note he did it three times last night). We tried to explain that soon there won't be any diapers and pull-ups that fit him and only underware is made for big boys...his retort "It's ok Daddy, I want to be a baby!"

That is two joining the resistance. We certainly have our work cut out for us