Rowan and a girl-kitten
MEOW! Sleepy belts one out.
One of the two of us doesn't really need coffee.
Rowan.
Treat, please!
Yawn!
The first of the litter left the nest with his new family. He is doing well.
Another day in the salt mines.
Papyrus and one of her boys snuggling under the covers.
Looks like the feather lost.
Florina, who is going overseas, in danger of oozing off the bed.
Sausages!
Side B.
Rowan
Yes, they still nurse! Not as often and more for comfort than nutrition, but their moms sometimes allow it.
This is the second boy to fly the nest at his new home.
One of the boys with his new family.
Look out!
Colin with one of Sleepy's girls.
Breakfast
Watching Bird and Squirrel TV on a warm day
Boxes do not last very long in our household.
Florina, whose name I can use since her "real" name has already been decided. The other kittens have nick-names, but we keep them secret so as not to bias the choices of their future families.
Since this picture, the box has been deprived of all the flaps.
The mommy cats. Papyrus in the carrier and Sleepy in the foreground.
The kittens are often handled by friends who visit.
Colin with one of Papyrus' sons.
Mt. Shasta. I drove Rowan up to far Northern California, where I met the Keenans. He went to Minneapolis with them to the CFA Annual Meeting, where he represented the bronze Egyptian Maus at the Egyptian Mau breed clinic. The breed clinic happens once every ten years and was attended by about 60 judges.
Chomp!
Colin playing with the kittens in the papa-san chair in his room.
The kitten-pack occasionally beds down in Lachlan's crib. They pick a new bed or piece of furniture every day.
Another day in the crib. With Rowan in Minneapolis, this is all the cats in the house!
Florina being trained to wear a harness. She is pretty comfortable with it and is learning to walk on a leash.
Some nights the kittens sleep with Colin, other nights with us, and sometimes in the living room.
We like laps!
