There are snowflakes gently falling and it is nap time for the cats. The kittens are healthy and happy and for that I am grateful. The temperature has risen since the arctic cold we endured. We have been given an old snowblower by hubby's parents. Let me tell you with the snow that we receive an old snowblower is much better than no snowblower and much easier on hubby's back.
It has been so much fun watching the kittens grow up. It seems as if it has been over night but actually the kittens were 8 weeks old last Friday. They all use the litter box and they can now climb the stairs to the second floor. I do not want to give any of them away but we must part with most of them. We have to take pictures of each one and make a poster to put up offering them to a good home.
We have named three of them so far. We have five boys and two girls. There is Louis, he is my favourite; he was always looking me in the eye when I would go and check on them. He looks just like his mother. He likes to follow you around the house and he likes to greet you at the door. Ema is my hubby's favourite, she is sweet and tiny and all grey and she loves to cuddle. Then we have Rowley, he is the biggest of the litter. He loves to jump straight into the air when he plays and he loves to eat.
Simple pleasures are the best.