Sugar
She’s…unique. She’s a weird little biscuit maker. Volume up, to hear Sugar’s version of purring.
Sugar
When you’re dewclaws deep in to your nap (and doing your best Darth Vader ™️ impression), but you remember if you’re sleeping, then you can’t stare menacingly at your foster human. Good thing she warms up with a BIIIIG stretch, first. Is the over emphasized sit-down plop, for me.
Chowder
Chowder is the kind of girl who knows where she wants to be, and she knows how to get herself there.
Chowder
Even tiny baby cats need to get out of the tub to stretch their tiny baby cat legs.
Please enjoy this small clip of Chowder enjoying some free-play time. Shes on a blanket because the floor in the bathroom is tile and I thought it might be a bit chilly on her little feets.
Chowder checked out all the toys but her favorite seems to be the oversized crinkle ball. If I had to guess, I’d say she thinks the crinkle ball is being big on purpose to try to intimidate her but she refuses to not be the scariest thing in room, so she is going to be the first one to make a move and assert her…I dunno- dominance?
Either way it was super cute.
Also, she keeps going over by the door because my Ramsey is on the other side making noise and wanting badly to come and be a part of the play session. And for the most part I’d be ok with that. Ramsey has experience with babies and I am confident he would not lash out. But he’s actually terrified of the babies once they become mobile. He doesn’t know how to handle it. So it’s best to let him smell the goings on from the other side.
No, I do not know what she’s doing with her tail. I assume it has something to do with her being able to keep her balance, but I would not be surprised if she has herself convinced she’s successfully weaponized it.
Chowder had a blast playing and I had a blast watching her.
Happy watching. ❤️🐾
Many apologies for the prolonged view of her ballon knot (try not to look directly into it), but please enjoy this video of Chowder, being frisky in the middle of the night.
I love her little hops, and she seems to love her tinkle ball.
Chowder thought she’d boost her fiber intake, and started gnawing on her cardboard litter box.
As the person who cleans said cardboard litter box I can assure you her digestive system is functioning at peak production, and in my unprofessional opinion, she does not require supplemental fiber.
She is unconvinced
Chowder
Turns out Chowder isn’t a kitten. Shes a Weebles. And if there’s anything I’ve retained from 1980s toys commercials, it’s this: “Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down.”
Sound logic.
Also look at that BELLY.
Kittens
It’s like synchronized bathing, except they’re wickedly out of sync because not a single one of them could be bothered to learn the routine.
Chowder
Chowder is unimpressed with this water dish, specifically. She finds it insubordinate and, really quite irksome.
Big words, for such a little girl.
Chowder
Chowder understands the importance of stretching before indulging in a midnight snack.
Look at that form.
Kittens
An hour later, and they’ve finally settled.
