Have I mentioned that the kittens loooooooove to play with the camera strap? Best toy EVER.
Petey Pickle is such a pretty boy.
Snugglin’ Joe.
The Terrible Pickle is having Deep Thoughts.
::chomp::
Pretty Polly in the sun.
Joe Pickle, trying to decide what sort of trouble to start next.
Friday afternoon, we opened the door to the guest bedroom and let the Pickles have the run of the house. There was no hissing, no growling, no floofing. Those kittens were immediately comfortable and relaxed. It usually takes two or three days for kittens to start hanging out in the computer room, and even longer for them to start exploring the upstairs, but they were in the computer room in no time flat, and when I went upstairs to visit with the Weeds a few hours after we let them out, all five of the Pickles were snoozing in my room.
It went so well that Saturday and Sunday we gave them the run of the house all day long. It wasn’t perfect – when I was trying to eat breakfast Sunday Petey did everything he could to plant his butt in the middle of my plate and was completely undeterred by the can of compressed air. I had to put them all in the guest bedroom so I could finish eating breakfast. But for the most part, it’s going just fine. They’re enjoying having more room to roam, and don’t fight being put in the guest bedroom at bedtime. They aren’t messing with the big cats (though Miz Poo had to raise a paw to the Terrible Pickle, and he raised his weird little monkey paw right back at her, so I had a discussion with him about respecting his elders), and Jake seems to be enjoying watching them play. They’ve still got about three weeks ’til they’re old enough for spaying/ neutering/ rabies shots, so for now we get to just enjoy their antics.
PS: Rumor has it that Alice Mo was actually PLAYING with one of the Pickles (“a gray one,” Fred helpfully reports, so not Joe Pickle) Sunday afternoon!
I see your ears, silly girl.
I tossed a toy in that bucket so that Thistle would jump in after it. She preferred not to jump in, and just check it out from the outside of the bucket. I bought that bucket on sale – $5, down from $30, I believe – at Target, with the hopes that the kittens would like to sleep in it. They don’t care for it at all, and if I put any of them into it, they hop right back out. I may bring it downstairs and put it in the guest room to see if the Pickles will use it.
Don’t feel bad for her sad, lonely, confused little face. She was just trying to decide which of her sisters to chase down and bite.
I love that her tail is sticking straight up.
Racing around like a crazy girl.
Thistle swiped, but Purslane was too fast!
And off went Purslane again, to bite poor Dandelion, who was minding her own business playing with a plastic strap.
In the back yard: an Elwood, a Newt (off in the distance) and da Bird.
“You just watch THIS, lady.”
::jump!::
Got it!
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: “What?”
2009: In other words, I think he’s back to normal.
2008: Death of a watermelon.
2007: They’re awfully sweet and awfully cute.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.