Lollop, lollop, pounce
Oct. 14th, 2005 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chickenfeetYes we have reached the stage where the kittens are hippity, hippity hopping like cartoon bunnies and getting much more confident about exploring the world despite the Wicked Bengal of the West hissing at them. (Leela reacts to kittens rather like a dowager duchess presented with someone else's very proletarian grandchild). In fact every time I open my office door I risk being trampled by a herd of stampeding kittens.
Pouncing is being worked on too. Yesterday saw a golf ball hunted down and despatched with great vigour. Naturally we have play fights too. One moment thre is one rolling squeeking ball of flying fur, the next all four sibs are curled up together in the kittie hammock.
Fat kitten is getting very cuddly and her eyes have turned brown. Wooly bear is probably the boldest and most venturesome. Slim, the little black guy, is quite quiet but loves to sit on my shoulder and the girl with the orange patch is usually the first to hit the food bowl.
Pouncing is being worked on too. Yesterday saw a golf ball hunted down and despatched with great vigour. Naturally we have play fights too. One moment thre is one rolling squeeking ball of flying fur, the next all four sibs are curled up together in the kittie hammock.
Fat kitten is getting very cuddly and her eyes have turned brown. Wooly bear is probably the boldest and most venturesome. Slim, the little black guy, is quite quiet but loves to sit on my shoulder and the girl with the orange patch is usually the first to hit the food bowl.
