These kittens, oh. I can’t stand how cute they are. The worst part is that they have each other to play with, so they’re mostly uninterested in me, so they go running by me to jump on each other, and sometimes I have to grab them and force a snuggle. They are most unimpressed by the forced snuggles, let me tell you.
Probably once their eyes are improved and I don’t have to put terramycin in them three times a day, they might warm up to me a little. Something about seeing a tube of ointment poking at their eyes seems to put them off, go figure.
Yes, the little black kitten is cross-eyed, but it doesn’t slow him down in the least. To be honest, it makes him look even more adorable, if you ask me! (And, the black kitten is a boy – I sat and stared at the kittens for a long time yesterday, and except for two of them, I can tell them apart (since you’re curious, I know, we have “biggest kitten with lots of white on his face, girl kitten with almost as much white on her face as the biggest kitten, diamond-faced hernia boy, black kitten, and the two brown tabbies I can’t tell apart.” But I’m working on it!)
I got one of them to purr for a brief moment yesterday during a forced snuggle (and by “forced snuggle”, all I mean is that I pick them up, hold them against my chest, and pet them ’til they either meow sadly or try to turn around to jump down. I don’t try to hold them if they’re actively struggling against it, I promise), then he remembered that I don’t impress him much, and he squinted up at me and refused to purr any more.
Silly little brats – I will make you love me!
“YOWZA!”
They are all very fond of the Petmate water fountain.
Diamond-faced hernia boy gets a belly rub.
Wild things.
Kittens gone wild!
I brought some canned food into the kitten room yesterday morning, because I think it’s never too soon to start spoiling them and causing that “Lady brings us yummy food, therefore we LIKE the lady!” connection in their little brains. Most of them sniffed at the food and moved along to the solid food in the bowls. The little black one, though, climbed onto one of the plates of canned food and ate and ate and ate. He finished off that plate (which held 1/3 of a small can of cat food) and moved on to a second plate. I didn’t want him to get sick, so I let him have a little of that plate, then I took it away from him. He glared at me with his funny little cross-eyed glare, and then allowed me to rub his belly.
All heart, that one.
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Previously
2008: Living dangerously.
2007: Mister Boogers is OBSESSED with being in the chicken yard.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Heehee, I love their funny little eyes! So cute!
Don’t give up, I’m sure they’ll come around to you soon 🙂
Oh my gosh they are such cuties. That last one of the little black guy is so funny – like he is totally mocking you (which I am sure he really isn’t). Don’t worry, they will warm up to you soon I am sure. I know that the eye goo is not popular in our house at all.
Oh I wish I lived close to where you are! That little black kitten would find a forever home with me — even if I had to pay more for rent! (my apt complex is pet friendly only if you have the extra bucks – therefore my lack of feline companionship [frowny face] )
Oh, that last pic is too much… crossed eyes AND tounge peekage! Had to laugh at the “Lady brings us yummy food, therefore we LIKE the lady!” I’m not above bribery for affection, either. LOL! They’ll be eating out of your hand in no time. 😉