This adorable group of stripy cuties was a mixed litter. One of the three was a month older – but I was a bit confused by which one it was – it did not appear to be the floofy one, and the other two looked so identical in size and shape that I didn’t see how it could be either one of them. They all got along famously together despite being mixed up. One was more shy and hid back while the other two climbed on me, maybe the shy one was the transplant.
This was the shy one.
Are we not super-stripey?? Not to mention plush.
This was the floofy one. He looked like the largest, but when you picked him up you found that he was a slim guy under all that fluff. He is going to be a total beauty when he grows up.
I was quite taken with his beauty. The third little one, though, was not going to let herself be overlooked.
She kept coming and leaning on my leg.
These two little girls down at the end were wearing pretty collars with bells. However, this was not a good thing. They had been adopted and then, for some reason, returned, still wearing their pretty collars.
They were very busy and lively and bitey and wrestle-y.
“I haz a complaint and my complaint is that I was returned. What’s up with that??”
They liked my keys.
They liked one another.
Altogether quite lovely. When we were in the store the other night, the orange one seemed to be gone, but we won’t know for sure till Saturday, because she could have just been sleeping under something.
This little girl was new to us on Saturday, about three or four months old, petite and sleek, and very shy. She did not run away when I tried to scritch her head, but she seemed to try to shrink into the cage wall. Poor baby.
The good news is, when we were in the store last night, she was lying on her back in the middle of her cage making eyes at passersby, so I think she’s improved.
Sign of relaxed kitty to come:
Adopted: NINA! Yay! She has been with us for so long. If I am not mistaken, it was the family who adopted Homer, so there will be two stout tuxedo cats walking around their house now.
Also adopted: Ajax, Mini, and I think Smoke. The photobombing orange kitten and her sister went back to the vet.
This little love is Gracie. She was friendly and purry. She had funny black spots on her nose and chin that made her look like she’d been sticking her face in chocolate.
Like all inquisitive small cats, she liked the purse.
Our crotchety Sam is sort of coming along. She still gets this look on her face once in awhile, as if she’s processing the fact that (a) she dislikes cats, those awful creatures, and (b) ALAS! she is a CAT herself!
She did really seem to like Ajax, if by ‘like’ you understand that I mean she did not bite or scratch him. He kept jumping back onto her and she basically wrestled with him snarling all the while. Both of them seemed to be happy.
She also sat around on the floor for quite awhile in close proximity to Sienna without a single harsh word. Both of them were watching the various wand toys being deployed for Ajax’s amusement. Sienna is a fairly quiet cat who had no inclination to get in Sam’s face, and they happily ignored each other. Unfortunately for Sam’s progress, Sienna went back to see the vet because the raw spots on her back were not getting better and she needed some treatment. This is the second cat this month that has been with us that’s had a strong skin reaction to the flea treatment.