Kittens

I feel weird naming them, since they will all be living with other volunteers, so for the sake of this post they are, left to right, Scar, Jeremy and Greybeard.

63 takes later, Greybeard is tired and Scar no longer cares

One day my neighbors told me that my cat was pregnant.  She didn't look any bigger.  Shortly thereafter, she went off into the wild to have them and, 4-5 days later, she brought them back.  At first she took them up on top of the house to keep them safe.  When there eyes were open, she brought them down and I let them inside.  

 

 I'm in love with her Jeremy, I just don't know how to say it

 Ferris Bueller museum pose

 They are at that age where they are contantly running around and tackling each other.  It's a constant 3-way battle.  Two fight, and the other wiggles their butt while waiting to pounce. 

They can smell the fish I hide in my backpack

50 cents worth of fish is plenty to keep them all happy.  They've been constantly cracking me up for 3 weeks now.  I'll be sad in early January when they go to their new homes.