Fiber Follies

I peeked out the kitchen window the other day to see this:

These two shorthaired grey tabbies wrestled each other for several minutes.  I don’t know who won. All four of the kittens are typically bounding about, wrestling, tagging each other, racing, and bugging the adult cats.  The adults squint and carry on patiently.  They’re awfully nice to the babies.

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I poured a cup of coffee and stationed myself at that window throughout the morning break. I adore the kittens, but admit a tremendous fondness for this little brown tabby. She has the brass to stare right at me, knowing that I watch, entirely uncaring. She makes herself look as large and fluffy as she can. I suppose I am intimidated by this forward behaviour. At least she thinks so!

A nice portrait. I love the leaf stuck in her whiskers.