The kittens turned 4 weeks old yesterday! I didn’t get individual pictures of them for their 4-week birthday because I’m planning a one-month post about them, and they don’t actually turn one month old ’til Friday (the post will be up Monday).
(4 weeks does not equal one month. No it doesn’t. No it doesn’t. NO IT DOESN’T.)(Can you tell I’ve had an argument or two on this subject?)
However, in the meantime there’s this:
The kittens at 9 days old.
The kittens at 4 weeks old.
Looks like Regina got smaller, because there’s no way those babies got bigger, right?
I weighed them yesterday, and their weights range from Bert Macklin at 1 pound, 3.7 ounces to Chanandler Bong at 1 pound, 2 ounces. That’s not a very wide range – we don’t really have a “runt” this litter around.
Have I mentioned that Regina Phalange likes to keep those babies clean? She really does.
Art Vandelay, reflecting upon his squeaky cleanness.
Chanandler Bong and Bert Macklin, curled up together. They apparently find each other quite comfy.
Bert wakes up and has a think.
Then rolls around a bit.
Oh, the downturned mouth on Ken Adams. Couldn’t you just kiss that little face?
Susie, photobombing my picture of Chanandler.
I think Princess Consuela is thisclose to a nap.
The look on Bert Macklin’s face is cracking me UP.
“What doin’, lady?” asks Art Vandelay.
Tusslin’ in the crate. I just love that swirl on Art Vandelay’s side and Bert Macklin’s white toes, and the way Chanandler Bong and Princess Consuela are watching, but staying out of it.
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Video! Keepin’ clean with Regina Phalange. My favorite part is about 25 seconds in, when she turns over and Art Vandelay hangs on for the ride.
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Rolling around on the concrete, among the dead leaves. For Stefan, that’s the equivalent of running a marathon.
Speaking of Stefan, he has lately taken to sleeping on my bed all night long. He starts out his night curled up next to me, and then moves to the cat bed at the end of the bed to finish out the night. It’s nice to have his ornj presence there if I wake up in the middle of the night. What’s not so nice is when Archie decides that Stefan’s existence is a mortal offense and tries to pick a fight at 5 am. Grrrr.
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Previously
2015: “Oh, nice view. Look at all that green grass and sunshine. I think I’ll haul all 1700 of these kittens in my belly up to this shelf and look outside for a while.”
2014: No entry.
2013: “You are being a very bad babysitter, lady.”
2012: They are so SHARP, those tiny little teeth!
2011: I think she’s got a moose herd in there.
2010: “Well, goodness me, no,” says Reacher. “I am but an innocent passer-by who prefers not to get involved.”
2009: I weighed the kittens yesterday.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.