It’s a big world out there, little Rummy.
Slapjack’s all “It’s a big step and I have these short ‘n stubby legs.”
Whist checks out the structural integrity of the crate.
Fizzbin gives the bare floor a try.
Canasta comes over to reassure the kittens.
Whist finds the little cat tree innnnnnteresting.
The kittens’ teeth are popping through! Pinochle appreciated me opening his mouth so I could get a look.
And back in the crate they go.
Thus far, they’ve only left the crate via the side opening – which I zip closed when I leave the room – and haven’t made any effort to leave the crate by the front opening. They don’t seem to mind staying in the crate most of the time, and Canasta spends the majority of her time in the crate with them. Given that they’re getting pretty steady on their feet and interested in exploring, I’m going to set up a few small litter boxes for them near the crate and will encourage them to spend more time out and about. I don’t think it’ll be long before they’ll realize they can leave the crate by the front opening, and will do so.
Jake sure does love that self-heating bed and the sun coming through the window.
2020: “That’s right, kid. You eat on your own. Go for it!”
2019: No entry.
2018: Oksana’s all “You no touch these babies, lady. You hear me?”
2017: So ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Nola.
2016: The Fakers, 3 weeks old.
2015: “I not think I gonna fit on that Jet(Blue) plane, lady. You crazy!”
2014: No entry.
2013: Warning: there are a LOT of wee pink kitty toes in this post.
2012: Newbery gets a back rub and thinks maybe he likes it.
2011: (So RUDE, snapping a picture of a poor pregnant lady from behind!)
2010: Sometimes another kitten will join in on the howling, and OH their hearts are just breaking at the injustice of not being able to get through the door, they are PERSONALLY insulted at this turn of events.
2009: Here we go, all seven present and accounted for!
2008: No entry.
2007: Their evil chicken talons don’t poke holes in the kiddie pool?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.