To all of you who so kindly expressed your sympathy when we, last summer, lost our old cat and a young one in quick succession, thanks once again for all your kind words.
Yesterday, I fetched these two kittens from a friend of a friend of a friend. They were born on a small-holding and there were at least six kittens to chose between.
I went by the time-honoured method, and chose the two who seemed most interested in sitting on my lap.
They are said to be 13 weeks old, but I doubt that, both seem younger, especially the tom kitten (the ginger one) would really like something to suck!
The took a three-quarter of an hour drive relatively well - the protests were due to the little tom having an upset tummy and being forced to soil the newspaper lining the cat-basket, whch as we all know shames a house-trained kitten.
Arriving home, I deposited them both in the cat tray that was ready for them, whilst rolling up the soiled newspaper - then made sure they both knew where their bowls of water and food were. They were too busy exploring to be interested in any of the above.
Inspected the sitting-room thoroughly, made my husband's acquaintance then sat down, one kitten on his knee, one on mine, After a little more e xploring and a bite to eat, both settled down and slept soundly, waking up to eat more and play.
No accidents of any kind. Both went upstairs, at different times . The tom made such a racket bouncing down the stairs that we are calling him Tigger as he seems just as full of bounce as Pooh Bear's friend. His sister is Trubel, due to DH having said once when we were watching the TV Series "Grimm" that Trubel would be a good name for a queenie cat.
The photo was taken this morning while I was drinking a cup of coffee and had to remain seated for quite some time, as I had not the heart to move them.
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