Someone mentioned that you don’t realize how small these kittens still are until you see things like my hand (which is not NBA-player-sized), which can pretty much cover Darwin. Here’s another point of reference for you: Razzie (who is the same size as Darwin), hanging from my foot like she’s a baby bear and it’s a tree. My foot is neither huge nor tiny, it’s a woman’s size 8 1/2 medium. And right after I snapped this picture, she sank her sharp little teeth into my foot, which felt not at all painful, as I’m sure you can imagine.
They’re so little, but they have the most powerful jaws on earth, I swear.
Also, someone asked about Razzie’s tail. It doesn’t straighten out, it’s got a bend in it, about a 45-degree bend. My favorite thing is when she gets all excited and the fur on her tail stands straight out.
Fun Razzie fact: she’s the only one I’ve actually witnessed eating kibble and canned food off of Emmy’s plate. I’m sure the others (at least some of them) do it too, she’s the only one who apparently isn’t shy about it.
A video comprised mostly of Razzie and Logie (though I think Newbery makes an appearance and Emmy shows up at the end).
I love them so much at this age.
Tom Cullen, in the cat tree in my room. When we brought Emmy home, Fred and I moved this cat tree out of the foster room because I was afraid she’d give birth on top of it – or hide out in it, at least. Now that the little ones are getting bigger and seem to be pretty much 100% litter box trained, we’ll likely move it back into the foster room to give them something bigger to climb.
2011: McMaos, named.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: He seems to like having the run of the house, if the fact that he ran around like a bat out of hell the entire time is anything to judge by.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.