First and last day out.

I'm happy to say that Milkshake and Cheesecake went back to the Anti-Cruelty Society, were fixed, and within one day of them being out for adoption... they were adopted! One down, thousands and millions to go...

comfy....

It's very fun to watch these kids get a bit bigger (I had to let Milkshake's collar out a hole). It is definite. She's a little independent soul, and Cheesecake is about the biggest snuggler you can find (when she's not chasing around with Milkshake). If you let her, she'll crawl up right under your chin and stay there, kneading and giving loves.  I've caught Mr. B down on the floor wrestling around with them, too... when he's not pretending he's above such antics.... :-D

Remember... August 8.  That's when the little monkeys will be back at the Anti-Cruelty Society waiting to be adopted.  And I doubt they'll last long there... so get down there quick!!

Babies growing up...

but still babies. Napping hard, playing hard with each other.  A fun moment of peek-a-boo.

Aha! FINALLY...

 The ONLY time you can catch them together and get ANY sort  of a good photo without blurring.  :-)

 Cheesecake the finger sucker (yes, she likes licking the tip of your finger then nibbling...not hard, just a nibble...)

Milkshake the brave taking over my art chair....

Milkshake and Cheesecake: A week and a half in...

Well, we knew it wouldn't last.  The tiny cutie pies have grown and are now strong enough to, as of this evening,  jump to the top of the gate and over. I'd take a photo of them to post, but that's going to have to wait until they get tired from running around in their new found freedom. Instead, I will describe...

Milkshake, the brown and white tabby (born 04/24/2011), is an adventurous soul. While tired, or unsure she will gladly sit in your arms while you stroke her cheeks and chin. However, once she is more comfortable, she would rather be on the floor, or by your side, walking around, exploring, playing. She's rather cautious, yet very independent.  Although the smaller of the two sisters, she has a deeper meow (which has amused me to no end) and you can see her processing her surroundings, then going after it full tilt. This I could see from the beginning, but the characteristic has stayed with her...

Cheesecake, the white with brown tabby spots, (born 04/24/2011) is still the impetuous kitten, running and jumping then thinking after.  She is more of a cuddler than her sister, but will quickly excuse herself to go play chase and wrestle with her more introverted sister. She has become the bigger sister of the two, with a tiny, cute, squeaky voice. She was the first to jump the gate, by the way....

As I type, waiting for them to tire enough to slow down for a photograph, with my faithful B by my side, I feel I shall have to wait for quite a while. Which makes me chuckle. Racing from one end of the room to the other, I can see how they would be okay if they were adopted out individually, but they have loved and played with each other for so long, they would definitely miss their sibling. From the perspective of a human who adopted a single cat, I must say that a pair is more fun to watch than any TV show.

From Mr. B's point of view (kittens are a first for him) he's doing rather well with them. Basically ignoring them imperiously, until someone decides to come running up and then he lifts the meaty paw... and taps them on the head.  Which cracks ME up, since he's a whopping 13 pounds, but knows not to hit hard.

Oh, and did I happen to mention that they have discovered his fishbowl, and they like to drink out of it, too?

*No fish were harmed in the making of this blog....

Remember, these kids will be up for adoption soon. So if you'd like to save on the energy bill (T.V.), and need some laughs in your life, be sure to come down to the Anti-Cruelty Society at 157 W. Grand Ave. in Chicago. Ask for Cheesecake and Milkshake!  :-D

Mr. B's Playtoys

Yesterday I went to get them something that would give them a little satisfaction in scratching I wandered home with a sisal mat (that Mr. B. tried his hardest to crawl in the bag with, as it has some catnip in a pouch on the back. He was a bit put off when I told him that it was for the kittens, but perked right up when I showed him that I'd bought some to stick in an old toy for him to play with.). Funny thing IS, hanging it from the door, they stretched up and were too short to reach it.  Ha! So I taped it to the floor for easier access.

B. has taken to watching them quite a bit. He finds them very interesting, has since the first, but now instead of tiny aliens he wants to play with them. I've explained that they're still in quarantine, as they only showed up a few days ago, but he is rather impatient to play with them, going so far as to try to play toe tag with them under the separation gate. Which doesn't really work, as he has huge paws. Here's what he, and I, have observed so far:

Milkshake, the tabby grey with white("Tips" to me, because of the beautiful white/ grey/ tabby stripes running down her ears...it looks like she was dyed like an egg) is the more reserved of the two (if kittens can BE reserved). She takes a second, measures things up, and kind of eases into the situation. She can get rambunctious, definitely, but she appears to think things over a bit.  Whereas Cheesecake, the white with spots (obviously I call her "Spots") is gung ho and goes hell bent for whatever she wants to do at that moment. She does tend to give up quicker than Tips, who will run with an idea (we're working on that whole "off" thing. Pants legs were not meant to be climbed. Ow.) hehe! :-)

So far this seems to be my observation.  That and they love playing with each other. (duh) and would , as a pair, keep a person entertained for hours on end.

Milkshake and Cupcake

 They seem to be adding a tiny bit of weight, even about just a day later.  They feel more solid, anyway...

Aaaaaannnd...they discovered the fridge. Checking out the apples. Because, hey, everything is new! Yes, this is my empty fridge. Don't judge me. And since they discovered the fridge, we're working on them knowing what "out" means.

Today they had their first experience with getting their nails done.  I didn't push them, I don't want them to get antsy, but they did rather well, holding still enough for me to clip a few nails. They're kittens, though, and they're naturally energy machines. I'd rather get them used to it than wrap them in a towel. So much easier.  :-)