An adventure

In every litter there is a trailblazer. In this litter, it's the little guy who reminds me of Ivan--there are actually two who are a little more adventursome, but this little guy was the first to make it up and almost out. I watched him pulling himself around, trying to slither off to unseen territory. I watched Sparta repeatedly try to discourage him from this adventure and redirect his efforts. Finally, he slowly pulled himself up the side of their little bed, with quivering little front legs straining to pull up the weight of his disproportionately large kitten head. He was finally standing, allowing his little face to peek up over the edge of the bed. He stood there as long as he could, straining to see the 'outside' world with his limited vision, enjoying the moment of sweet victory. After he exhaustedly dropped and crawled back to his siblings and mommy, I imagined him, after such an adventure, excitedly encouraging his slightly weaker siblings to "Did you guys see what I just did? You have to try it. Stretch your tallest and look to your right, there are TOYS over there!"