…and nothing really to say, but no one can resist kitty photos. These cuties, who we first met just a day after they were born when we landed in Washington, are 14 days old in these photos. They started looking more like fuzzy kittens.
The mother cat kept moving her kittens around the house, to protect her babies I guess from all the unfamiliar people (uh, Mia and Claudine). The girls were really respectful though, but never got to pet the tiny kittens before we left for home. The night we came back to my mother in law’s house after a week in Seattle, the mother cat had moved them again after the girls and I watched them for a while, but this time she hid them well. It was our last night and the kittens were nowhere to be found. Even the mother cat seemed confused. We looked everywhere…but no kitties. It was a mystery! We didn’t see them for 6 hours and we were worried that they were getting hungry. Could they have gotten outside? Is it possible that the mother cat had…killed…them?? We had no idea! Where were they???
Right before we went to bed for a 4:30am wake up call to head to the airport, we conducted another search around the house. This time I dug around more thoroughly in one of the closets and finally saw some movement deep in the mess of wrapping paper rolls. It made me jump back, but there they were! I got to hold and play with them and we were hoping that the girls would be able to hold them before we left, but by morning the mother had hid them again.
We’ve been seeing some updates of the kitties on Facebook, videos and stuff. The cuteness is killing me. They’re really interacting and playing now. Too bad the girls never got to pet or hold them. To satisfy their kitty urges, they played with a small stuffed kitty doll about the size of the newborns that they happened to bring from home, pretending that it was one of the babies. Gotta make do with what you have, huh?