If there's one thing the Fabulous Furballs have always been a bit
funny about it's being picked up. The woman who was owned by their mum
hadn't any experience with kittens and the first time she picked them
up was to bring them to where I was waiting to collect them. When I
coaxed them out of the cardboard box she'd used and lifted them into
the carrier, it was only the second time they'd been handled. (I still
remember getting to our front door downstairs and saying to them "The
guy upstairs you're about to meet, his bark is worse than his bite, if
you can charm him in the next half hour you're set up for life")

As a result, whilst you can pick them up (Unlike Fugazi (RB), she'd
been handled a lot as a kitten but once she got big enough not to have
the endure what she plainly felt was an indignity- handling her was
only advisible of you had some armoured gloves- she wasn't nasty about
it-she just wasn't going to have it done) they are not keen on the
idea. You can hold them for a minute or two then unless you have a
firm grip with both hands they'll wiggle out of your hands and be off
at the first chance.

This morning after 4 years Dunzi lay back, curled herself around the
crook of my arm and lay there for 10 minutes getting her tummy tickled
and purring

They'll make lapcaps yet!!!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs