Shota Baby

Shota was the last of the kittens to be named. 
There really is no other name that suits him quite as well. 
A cute name for a cute little boy.

Above is a picture of him at two weeks old.  Even at this age his
propencity for attention was more than just a little apparent.  Little
Shota (unnamed at this point) would go to any length, brave any
fear, if he could just get someone's attention for a few minutes.

At three months, we couldn't get little Shota to still long enough
for take a decent picture.  Him and Tiglet both had a great love
for the upper bar for my ab-roller, however, while Tiglet liked to
hang from it by her front paws and swing, Shota simply liked to
perch and try to attack anything that he thought was in range.

This one and the next are my most recent pictures of him at six
months old.  He's currently urged the nick names So-Sho and
Chibi-san (he's shorter than the only other male cat).  Him and Tiglet
are just about inseperable.  In this image, if you look at the bag, you
can see Tiglet reaching out to get his attention because he's suddenly
noticed the camera.

And now she's annoyed because he's sat down to pose for it.  
My little premadona.

Recently, I came home and opened the door to the backyard for them. 
When I came outside, this is what I saw.  Surprisingly, he maintained
almost this exact pose long enough for me to tell him how cute he was,
run upstairs, get the camera, position myself and take about three or
four shots before he turned around and started eating the folliage again.
I swear, he will do anything that Azzy does.  I'm just waiting for the day
he attempts to spoon Cassie.