Chased By Kittens ...

The four kittens that I am fostering are now four weeks old, and whenever they are loose in the bathroom, they chase me, all in a pack, tails up, running.

It's quite a trick to exit the bathroom without catching one of them in the door.

Four weeks has got to be the absolutely cutest age for kittens, as you can see from the photo.

They are using a litter box. They purr (surprisingly loudly for such tiny mites). They try to climb my pants legs with their sharp little claws. And they should start eating kitten food (a dry food that I mix with warm water) and also drinking milk out of a bowl--but they are resisting this. They prefer to be bottle-fed.

For the past couple of days I've been putting food out for them, but, except for walking through the dish and then shaking their wet paws in a puzzled fashion, they pretty much ignore it. But I'm patient. And they can't stay babies forever, sadly.

I took one of the kittens along on Wednesday when I went to do my volunteer gig at First Place School, and for that hour I was the most popular person at the school! Everyone wanted to see the kitten. My four kids--the ones I teach Japanese--were really well behaved: They took turns holding the kitten and bottle-feeding her, and they were fair about sharing "kitten time" with the others in the group. (Note to Zoe: The kitten who visited school was the one named after you, little Zoe.)

For our Japanese lesson, we reviewed the words for "ears," eyes," "tail," and so on, and then I had them draw the kitten's body parts and label them in Japanese. That was fun.

The kitten in the photo is Tux--who got that name because he is a "tuxedo cat," black with a white tummy and paws--after his bath today.

Want to read more about kittens? Go to this link, and scroll down: Kittens

@ Jeanne Sather 2008.

Comments

[Deborah]

Oh wow, how cute is THAT! :-D