Week four and the kittens began to explore: predictably, they were intrigued, confused, and ultimately horrified by Facebook.
This was also the week when they began to purr, however, which meant there was lots of purring. The fright of FB aside, these are very happy kittens!
They clambered over Clio, who responded with infinite reserves of maternal patience. In another piece of good news, Clio tested negative for the major cat diseases, so except for some standard de-worming, she and the kittens appear to be in good health. Everyone was getting plumper and fuzzier by the day.
There were a few small hurdles. One afternoon some government-mandated-phone-monopoly workers entered the basement to fix some lines that have been broken for the past four or five years. Clio -- frustrated by their presence -- picked everyone up and one by one moved them to a new and in her opinion more secure location. It was a lot of work, but she was determined, even when we told her that the workers would not be back for a few months. Lesson learned: there's no arguing with cat moms!
Everyone settled in to their new home quickly. The kittens' eyes began to turn blue and gray, which made the nearby humans jealous.
When they kittens weren't sleeping or eating, they grew rambunctious. They nibbled on each others' ears and cheeks and tails. There were surprise attacks.
Like most American children, they were content to play with a cardboard tunnel for hours!
Until finally exhausted, they dropped off to sleep. Upstairs, not everyone was equally impressed by the kittens.
"Honestly? I was killing flying snakes at four weeks." -- Elektra
Dante and Zephyr offered to teach the kittens how to nap.
Everyone took walks in the garden and enjoyed the late spring, which was cool and damp and perfect.
If you or anyone you know would like to adopt one or (preferably) two kittens in ~ five or six weeks, please drop me a line!