I’ve been worried about making our appointment to transfer the kittens from our back yard and into the care of the humane society. The goofiest of the kindle, and the pudgiest of a pair of grey kitties, has today relieved my concern, by starting in on both the wet and dry versions of the food I set out. He’s joining the little furry ranks of his increasingly independent siblings.
I of course can’t actually tell the gender, but decided early on that “he” felt like the slightly spacy little brother to the others. For reasons I can’t adequately articulate, he seems like a Bradley.
Yep, I know it’s dangerous to gives names. It has not altered my belief that the humane society is the best place for them.
Even so, here is a picture from today of the only recently carnivourous Bradley.
For my next kitty post I will take photos of the others that I’ve named.
That is not part of the plan. They have grown on us, but we also know our limits.
The one that is coming home with you, right?