To answer some of the questions you asked: Bessie and Beulah are girls, the other five are boys. I think. I’m no good at sexing kittens, so Fred did the job; he’s usually right (except the time he insisted a dilute calico was a boy), so I’m going to go with it. And now I’m hoping that I don’t eventually find out that he was wrong, now that they’ve all got names!
I honestly don’t know how long I’ll have them – it depends on how quickly they put on weight, because they can’t be spayed and neutered ’til they’re over two pounds, and given that Beulah was half a pound on Saturday, it might be a while. On the other hand, my fosters tend to put on weight fairly quickly, because I’m like an Italian mother – “Eat! Eat!” – and Phinneas is walking around with a big round belly (well, really, they’ve all got pretty big round bellies when it comes down to it). I’m hoping to have them for at least a couple of months, but it depends on how quickly they grow and how soon room comes available at PetSmart.
I declared the friendliest of the two buff tabbies to be Ezra. Both buff tabbies are friendly – in fact, ALL the fosters are very friendly – but Ezra is super friendly. I’m pretty sure that if I just sat there and held him 24 hours a day, he’d be a happy boy. He climbs up in my lap, then demands that I pick him up and hold him under my chin, and he purrs, occasionally lets out a plaintive meow, and eventually falls asleep.
Yesterday I had to give Beulah a bath. She’s a wee thing and not quite up to speed on cleaning her back end, so I took her into the bathroom and cleaned her up. I’ve given kittens baths before (I didn’t actually submerge her, I just cleaned her with a wet cloth) and they tend to fight it and howl, but Beulah handled it pretty well. She did try to climb up my face at one point, but I can hardly blame her. I’m sure it’s a scary experience for a wee kitten.
“Hi guys! Whatcha doin’? Can I play too?!”
::CHOMP::
Beulah critiques my belly-rub technique. Frankly, she’s not impressed.
Pretty Phinneas and his pretty stripes. I ask you – how am I supposed to keep from squeezing the stuffing out of this boy?
“I am Caleb, these are my claws, and that’s my toy. Any questions?”
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How you don’t squeeze the stuffing out of all of them is beyond me.
They’re all too cute for words, but Beulah is my favorite. So teeny and precious and funny.