just another day out west

Ok, you have either been very patient or just don’t care about these kittens…  Either way it’s all good.  If you lean more towards the second option above, no hard feelings.  After all I thought they were dead for a few weeks.

I’m pretty happy that Schroedinger’s experiment was not in fact carried out with them.  They are awfully fuzzy and cute.  They all seem pretty sweet at this point too.

Today I did manage to get some decent (focused) pictures of them with the new camera.  I continue to be impressed by the new toy.

Their eyes are starting to turn green/yellow – just beginning to lose that super blue kitten eye color.

I’ve named them now, that pretty much means they are officially staying.  No matter what the guy says.  At first it was going to be George, George and George.  That name only stuck for one of them.  The other two, the names just popped out – so they must be the right names for them.

This is George. I'm 99% sure that he and his brother are boys. If not then there is that 1% chance that she and her sister are girls.

George is the blurry one in the front. Chunk was hanging back. He seems to be a bit shy and oddly is the last one to the food dish. His name makes sense because he has to have at least a pound advantage in weight class over his brother at this point. His stripes also look to be slightly chunkier.

I'm pretty sure this was a picture of Chunk. As you might have noticed, Chunk and George are very nearly identical to each other. I may swap their names back and forth and completely confuse them. If that is the worst trauma they get from living here, they'll be in good order.

Again, with 99% certainty, this one is a girl. I've been calling her Smudge. Naming creativity has never been one of my strengths.

They are still up in the loft hanging out.  I’ve been debating bringing them down, just so they don’t kill themselves trying to get down.  Not sure if the mommy-kitten wouldn’t just try to drag them back up there.

They do all come up to me now when I climb up the ladder with a can of food.  I won their mother over tuna.  All it’s taking for them is Friskies.  I know it’s like McDonald’s for cats, but I figure they get their fair share of natural wild caught completely organic game on a regular basis.

The mommy-kitten is a serious hunter now.  The other day I watched her nail a ground squirrel.  Good kitty.  There are routinely bird, bunny and other carcasses strewn through the barn.  Three more hunters are welcome as far as I care.