I barely slept this weekend because the sound of eyes plinking open was nearly deafening!
At 11 days old – yesterday – four of the five kittens had eyes at least halfway open. Albert’s the lagger who’s apparently decided there’s nothing out here he needs to see. (I suspect I’ll walk in at some point and find that he’s got both of his eyes wide open; that’s how it seems to go with the laggers.)
Also chill: Mary. I picked her up yesterday to check her eye (there was a little goop on it), and then I held her up to my face so she could sniff me, which she did. Then she hissed a tiny hiss. She’s chill, but she’s got some sass.
I posted yesterday that Almanzo is turning out to be Da BAYbee. He’s probably not the only one of the litter, but he’s quick to yell when I pick him up, and quick to hiss if I pet him ever so gently. Figures, doesn’t it, that the biggest of the bunch is also the biggest BAYbee.
Check this out. Kittens in the Tiny Basket at 3 days old:
Same kittens, same basket, 11 days old:
Honestly, I’ve never seen a cat SO attached to a toy. If he’s not playing with it, he’s flopped across it or napping on it. We have a second one just like it downstairs in the living room, and he’ll occasionally play that one, but this one, located upstairs in Fred’s office, is his true love.
2018: No entry.
2017: No entry.
2016: “If I can’t see him, he’s not there!”
2015: Double Open Mouths of Outrage.
2014: 98% ears and whiskers, with a little attitude thrown in.
2013: She swings! She… misses!
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: Guess who got to snuggle and kiss and feed a baby tiger?
2009: No entry.
2008: “Well,” I said. “You really hit the trifecta this weekend, didn’t you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.