Ah, kittens!

After taking care of all the adult cats (Loki sniffed my finger, refused food, and didn't want to be petted), I braced myself and entered the Lair of DOOM. They were all, naturally, asleep in one pile of cuteness. I opened the lower door of the cage, and they let themselves out, one by one. The first one out met noses with Hercules, who was more nervous than the kitten (he ended up staying behind me to protect him from the mean kittens). The second one out sat and stared at him, and then made spitting noises when Hercules tried to sniff a little closer (that's when he moved behind me). Third one out ignored him and started exploring. Fourth kitty stayed inside the longest, then came out and was a bold explorer too; this last one then tried to hide from the Giant Hand and actually had a hissy fit when I caught him/her. My goodness. S/he got so mad, s/he hooked a claw in her/his own face. We had a little chat, and I processed her/him back into the cage.

I bathed each little bundle of cuteness in warm water, towel-dried them, and put them into their slightly-cleaner cage. I removed the scratching pad which they'd used as a litter box (but they're pooping on their own! I don't have to wipe them after each meal!), and put in fresh KMR along with fresh fud (very wet canned food). They all had a snack, and settled back down.

First one out has a tie on her/his chest, a nicely-dressed tuxedo. The one who really hissed at Hercules has a black chin. The last one, our hissy fit and boldest explorer, is mostly black. Someone, don't remember who, has a spot on the front paw (black spot on white toes).