Random Saturday - Random kitty

What can I say? Der Dekan has been the epitome of grace from his very first day with us.
I never really told his story here, did I? Of course Gundel did it on Ponder's blog, mostly to vent about what I had done to her by letting this little monster in our house.

Der Dekan moved in here shortly after my birthday in 2021. The birthday was coincidence.
I felt it was time to find a companion for Gundel after Ponder had been gone for almost one and a half years. So I talked to Kosel, one of the upstairs poodles, to bring me a kitten the next time he went to the garden in a village nearby with his humans. There was a farm near there.
Just a few days later I got sent an email with a picture and the order to put the crate in the hallway. You have to remember these were still very much Covid times which was also the reason for not picking an older companion for Gundel, 1. I couldn't get to a shelter easily, 2. especially not one that didn't insist on a balcony (without exceptions), 3. as we know, shelters were wiped clean at the time (I wish they still were). 4. I didn't take two kittens because I wanted Gundel to get involved and because I was at home all the time. Gundel didn't warm up to him right away like some cats do to kittens, but they really get along fine with some very minor spats.
The email said something about how this little fellow "had to go" which I found curious. Shortly after I got my crate back, filled up with the cutest little kitten, randomly chosen ... or was he?
Possibly it had to do with him being one of nine siblings (people, as cute as kittens are, please neuter your pets!) or maybe one point was the content of his litter box.

I don't know if you can see it here, but he had a bit of a balloon belly and it wasn't worms. Maybe he had started early eating everything in sight and had got something wrong? Anyhow, the master started his new life at the vet's where he got injections and got put on a diet until his guts calmed down and I didn't need oxygen anymore after cleaning out his box.

I still like to call him Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. More than 30 years with cats, and this one still finds ways to surprise me, in good ways and some, erm, slightly annoying ways.
Everything he does, he does 200 %. Yeah, we are both not good at math.

Do you wonder why I'm telling you his story on this day of all days? Well, it's his birthday (yes, we assigned one, but he said he's okay with that)!
It's hard to believe that he's four years already and still the adorable little kitten ... What? A girl is allowed to dream, isn't she?
He may not be little (give me a moment while I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes), but he's still adorable. Here's one of my favorite pictures even if he just eyed my cheese sandwich.

He's not at all macho (send help, he's making me say that!).

And of course he's always well-behaved (where's the help??).

Happy Purrday, my furry baby, I love you - no need to send help, no one had to make me say THAT.