So, Booboo has grown quite a bit from the time that my landlady first brought him back several weeks before. And yes, his name is apparently Booboo. I have no comment on the naming, but I'm definitely calling him a simple Boo.
He's become quite the character. Growing little ball of fur who prances and gallops and meows his way around the house in little feline glee. In terms of hunting, I fear for his survival should he ever be thrown out into the wild. He has absolutely no skill in ambushing prey. Instead, he takes the 'I see food and run run run!' approach.
I cannot help but feel as though I'm running through my basic psychology theories with him again; much like what I did back in Malaysia with my own little fuzzies. A strong difference between my babes and Boo, however, is the fact that he reminds me more of Freud's Id gone wild than any Piaget or Erikson philosophy. I imagine that his little Freud iceberg would be quite different from the conventional one: Overly large Id, speck of an ego and superego.
Still, he's one cute bugger.
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