The female kitten peers up curiously during the ride home, while her brother tries to make himself as small as possible in the corner of the carrier.
Once home, our new little girl comes out as soon as the carrier door in opened...
I pick her up and she starts purring - loudly - and I am thinking, "Yeah, this is going to work out just fine...."
Then it's time to explore (and catch herself some yarn.)
Ten minutes later, the male kitten is still curled up in the carrier;
that is, until he is bribed out with a plate of food.
And sister joins in...
Eating is followed by three hours, yes THREE hours, of two kittens chasing yarn and string like crazy. Turns out our seemingly timid young male is a maniac.They didn't even pay attention to the Obama-Clinton debate.
Kitten as blur:
It's been almost a week since we brought these cuties home. The first night, they spent so much time playing with the kids (while parents watched from the sidelines) that they didn't even seem to remember the older generation the next morning. But it wasn't long before they began to seek me and Esteemed Husband out for petting and playing.They adjusted amazingly -- the shelter and/or fostering before adoption had them completely litter trained and used to human contact. And at this point they are still content to spend every night in the powder room without complaint -- until they are bigger, I'm afraid to let them roam free at night -- they do get into everything. But that's what makes them so much fun.
Of course, I didn't mention the worms in the poop the first night. Why ruin a nice heart-warming story with tales of parasites? A quick trip to the vet and all has been taken care of (I hope.)
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