Go here and see sights that your eyes have never beheld. Assuming, of course, that you haven’t wound up with a four-week-old kitten rubbing his junk all over your eye, that is.
What’s really funny, once I give them food, is watching Taxi jump into the fray and then magically get lifted out again (she has her own food bowl outside of the bathtub, there’s no reason for her to be in there – the kittens clearly know how to eat kitten chow!). She also briefly jumps into the tub to check out the UFO (unidentified filming object) that has landed in the middle of her babies.
I’ll be keeping the dark-grey-with-dark-grey-face and mostly-white kittens. I’m open to names – I already did Othello and Iago for the last salt-and-pepper pair of kittens I adopted oh so many years ago, so that’s out the window. So what unfortunate names am I gonna saddle these two with? They’re not human children, so I don’t have to worry about them being teased – the worst I have to put up with is a vet receptionist looking at me and saying “What? How do you spell that? Why would you name your cat that?” (Then again, everyone outside of this house seems to think that Oberon’s name is Obi-Wan – sometimes it doesn’t matter what kinda great name you give your cat.)
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