The Fab Four are now firmly (sort of) on their feet. Personalities are emerging, the two smallest kittens are turning out to be the feistiest and the most adventurous while the two larger ones can't be bothered with all that stuff. The largest kittens has been nicknamed The Blob as its decided that its easier to lie down and just wave its paws around as eventually one of the other kittens will come into swotting range.
Day 17 and they're walking round though as you can see the two little ones are steadier than their chubby siblings who often can't be bothered. The kittens' ears have unfolded so they're looking like small cats rather than large, furry mice. They can hear now and when we talk to them all the little heads turn. They don't try to hiss when I pick them up now either though I only pick them up when MC is outside for some fresh air. After all, Mum is a feral and this is her first experience of being an inside cat. She has boundaries and I'm respecting them.
Their idea of fun is play-fighting with each other and climbing on and over their mother who's spending more time sitting outside the box either sleeping or watching them from a safe distance :-)
This is the first part of the story of four kittens who were born in our wardrobe here in Doha, Qatar, two weeks ago. Their mother is a black feral who took a shine to us when we moved here, ok, she knew a soft touch when she saw one :-) The father is a local boy who's also jet black and is part of her regular posse.
I moved the kittens out of the wardrobe when they were about 10 days old and into a large box in the same room. MotherCat has been happy so far. She's doing a great job, the kittens are growing quickly they're spotlessly clean, chubby, squirmy and they all have their eyes open. They are trying to stand, they get up on all fours and sway backwards and forwards. One is more aggressive than the others and tries to hiss when s/he is picked up.