The babies were about three weeks old when I got them and looked like this, sorry for the bad cellphone photo. It’s unfortunately all I got:
Tiny pink button nose creatures at about 3 weeks old.
We’ve had them for about 4 weeks now which makes them currently around 7 weeks old.
It turns out that we were all wrong about who is the runt of the litter. They all grew so differently and I thought one of them wasn’t going to make it.
It certainly was a very emotional journey and stressed me out tremendously. I’m a proud momma now to see them all thrive.
They have become very spoiled and sleep with my daughter and me. Don’t worry they sleep by my side at the top of my head. I sleep so lightly and terrible that I know I won’t roll on them. I am however looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again and being able to spread out.
I really don’t get a good amount of sleep because they play a ton and also play with my hair, shirt, face, hands and feet while I try to sleep. I do enjoy having them around and seeing my daughter being so thrilled about them too. It’s certainly a memory she won’t ever forget and she’s learned a lot.
We will be all sad to see them move on. And I know so many of you asked why we won’t keep one which actually could be an option when we get back from Germany in August. They are all still too little and my older cats aren’t friendly with them at all. I can’t in any way have one kitten here and risk it getting hurt by the others. It’s just not the right time right now.
I have discussed with my daughter that if we get back from Germany and one of them is still up for adoption that we can talk about it. The only one I don’t think we could adopt is the biggest one. Who knew that the one we originally thought was the runt, is now the giant out of the group. He’s the mostly white one and he is almost twice as big as the others now. He’s strong and all muscles and I can tell he will be a very big and territorial male. It would be really unfair to my older ladies to have him start being the boss around here. He’s been my husband’s favorite though, go figure but he agrees that it wouldn’t be the best for the rest of the cats in our house.
Part of me always craves adopting older cats from the shelter because they are the forgotten ones.
It’s so cute to see how their personalities have started to form and we can start to see how different they all are.
My daughter had originally named them Theo (Theodore), Leo (Leonard) and Cleo (Cleopatra) but after living with them she changed her mind and named them Penny (Penelope because she is tiny like a Penny), Willy (because he is so silly) and she left the big white guy’s name at Theo.
So lets look back at some before & afters if I do may call it that.
Penny (formerly known as Cleo)
Penny is now my daughter’s favorite and pretty much everyone else’s who comes to hold and pet them. She is the one who likes to snuggle the most and comes and sits on my foot the minute I come into the room. She’s just such a tiny little cutie and I’m so glad she made it. Gosh she scared and stressed me out for a while there.
Willy (formerly known as Leo)
Willy loves to try to drink pee from his brother. Yup yuck! He jumps around like a jumping bean and makes all kinds of silly sounds and fighting moves which is why my daughter named him silly Willy.
I also have a hard time keeping this little fella clean which is why he looks a little scruffy in some of the photos. He’s such a messy eater and the dirt is literally glued to him.
Wet little guy from me trying to clean his face:
Formerly known as the runt. Now he is twice as big as the others and handed the runt title over to his tiny sister Penny.
We all love his personality and his black ink paws, beard, lips and nose.
We all ended up getting involved. My husband wasn’t doing the feedings but offered some snuggles:
Maya prefers to bat at Theo when we hold him or under the door:
Our white cat Lucy hates them and growls and hisses at any kitten in sight.
That’s it for today and have a wonderful weekend.