All 5 kittens about 1 or 2 weeks old

At the risk of sounding like a proud parent to people who really don't give a damn I shall tell you about my babies. Haha! Not those babies! Too young for that. My three little ones who won't stop running around the house. They are three months old and look nothing like they're mom. Except the giant mouth and Bear's blueish eyes

Born mid july of a little of 5, Spirit, Bear, and Wish are probably the most lively of everyone in the house. Their father is a big gray tabby with a white smudge on the side of his mouth and white on his chest and paws about 2 years or so. His mother was Brisky as for his father thats unknown since Brisky was a outside inside cat.

Their mother, and abandoned Siamese is almost a year old-late this month- Fergie is well a Handful and a prima donna. Considering the cold snap of the week she was abandoned in field beside our house and that she was just barely old enough to be away from her mother, she most likely would have died.

Anyhow, like I said the kittens were born to a litter of 5. 1 all black kitten. 1 gray and white and black striped kitten. 2 gray ones and 1 black one with white paws. Unfortuanatly the striped one and the black one with white paws got sick and died about 2 weeks later. 2 girls and 3 boys. All perfectly handled since they were born. Since those two died there were 2 boys and 1 girl left. All three were really fat and loved to explore.

Now 3 months later the kittens have permanent names and very distintive personalities.

From Left:Spirit,Bear, Wish at 2 months old.

Spirit is the oldest and the leader of the group. Jet black with just a slight dusting of white on her chest and brilliant golden eyes. She's sweet and affectionate but at the moment she doesn't like to be handled much. Still kind of skittish, her favorite things to do are Follow her dad around, beat up her brothers, watch the fish in the tank, and sleep on the back of the couch.

Spirit-Age:3 months

Next on the list is Bear. A pure gray baby with blueish greenish eyes, he loves to play but also enjoys to curl up on our laps and goes straight to sleep. So affectionate, it's almost painful. Especially when he wraps himself arounds our legs when we're holding a heavy pitcher of tea. Though usually he starts purring the minute you touch him. Bear loves, playing, chasing after his mom, attacking the newspaper, trying to study my school books, napping on warm laps, and attacking my headphones.

Wish is a little more complex. Pure gray like his brother it's kind of hard to tell the twins apart. Though the runt of the litter, his bluish green golden eyes always look sleepy or narrowed. He's very skittish and will sometimes let you pick him up and pet you. He is playful with his siblings and mother. Wish like his father loves the cuddling and petting after a bath wrapped in a towel though afterwards is a different story. His mood changes alot so it's hard to tell when he'll allow you to hold him and baby him.

All in all they're healthy big babies which is a good thing. But boy do they have a voice on them...one of their mothers traits of course. Hopefully, The kittens will keep using the litter box and stop coping their parents on that subject. Soon depending how hard I work and how much they cost, all three kitten will be getting collars. For three reasons. 1. to tell the boys apart. 2. So Later I can teach them to walk on a leash-not like a dog but so whenever we move or we have to take them to the vet their easy to handle without a crate- 3. So in case they do get outside and get lost they'll be returned.

Regardless of their attitude and problems, they're adorable and my very special babies. Yup I sound like an overly proud parent. But I can't help it. I've been with them ever since they were born even during that horrible time that left me scarred for life. JUST KIDDING! If anything happened to them, if it's natural I'll cry my eyes out like I did with the two that died on the same day. As for if it was intentional, like someone killed them or wounded them, lets just say you will have one MAJOR angry Human Mama Kitty. My dogs are the same. I may not have been there WHEN they were born but we've had em since they were lil pups and I dunno. Whenever a pet dies it just feels like there's a part of my heart missing or something. And that missing part hurts whenever I see or think about all the cruelty to animals that's going on right below our very noses