The continuing kitty adventure

they are getting used to the big non-cat thing in their yard

Here is a photo of the little ones at rest, after a full day of scampering, lurking in the bush, waiting for mama to return from her wanders, and several rounds of training the big non-cat who brings them food.

They have pretty much got me broken in. I replenish their water, and bring them new crunchies, and the stinky soft stuff from the tins twice a day.

One of the grey ones- the fatter, fuzzier one is not yet weaned from Mama cat, so he gnaws at leaves or pushes around cat toys while the others chow down. When Mama appears, he maneuvers around and under to get a latch on lunch.

Mama appeared less patient today with his need to nurse. If little buddy isn’t weaned by Friday, we won’t be taking him to the humane society. I’m not to keen on separating him from the rest of the kindle. (What a great alternative to the word litter!)

I’ve been moving the food dish further out from the shadows of the bushes, and it’s working. They follow the food. The little ones will quite happily climb over my legs to get to the bowl.

Mama seems to accept the presence of the big non-cat in her space. It does not seem to upset her when the little ones crawl on me, or when I pick them up. In the last two days she’s even accepted my scratching that space between her ears.

Listen close as you watch the video below, and you’ll hear the little ones mewling. That seemed the best word for it. The video also features my foot, and a quick flash of my face, when I accidentally reversed the camera view.