Our kittens are growing in size, but are still behaving like amazing, amusing babies. Phoebe (on the left, lots of white), is small and wiry, and was originally called Jump by my husband…since we got her at 6 weeks, she has been fearless. She is always first and fights with tooth and nail (and we bear the scars to prove it). Puck (on the right, lots of gray) is a solid, heavy cat with unending patience. She follows her sister into every kind of mischief, but usually a number of paces behind. She loves to sit in the window and watch the birds at the feeder and I suspect that she is the one who has gifted us with two dead mice (we think the third mouse, a live one, was originally brought in by their older brother, Buddy, the Maine Coon cat-looking grumpy old cat below, and the girls adopted it as a play toy. Needless to say, we captured that one and took it outside. The girls are confined to the indoors until our Friends of Animals spay certificates arrive and we can get the girls fixed. It will be interesting to see what they think of their first New England winter!
Happily married for a million years, Grammy, Mom and Mum-in-Law, kitties Sophie and Phoebe and best dog in the world Boo! Community theater actor and director, currently on sabbatical. Happy library volunteer and amateur (translated to lover of) photographing nature. Avid reader (via Kindle on my iPhone) of fiction. In love with Midcoast Maine.