It has been a while since I posted new pics of the babies. It appears that the four boys will be the new family crowd. I am amazed at their personalities – they’re just cats, right? Anybody who says that has never spent time with one, let alone more.
Lewis is the picture of calm assurance. Very little upsets him or scares him, and even though I didn’t really lavish the attention on him, he is perfectly happy to love and be loved. I think he’s extremely bright, personally. He’s also the clean freak, preferring to lick me before he lets me pet him. I guess I should take the hint.
Frankie looks at me like he’s looking for approval. He is the first to find the front cat door, as far as I know, and he was the first to open his eyes at 5 days old. He doesn’t need me, but it seems like he’s not so sure of that.
Max is skittish, and terribly misnamed. He is the spitting image of Hobbes, Calvin’s tiger buddy. He knows Max, though, so Max it is. He’s a sweet boy who likes to curl up next to me in the bed, but the least movement or sudden noise scares him. He comes back, but I hate it that I scare him. I haven’t tried to, I just do.
Leo…well, I’ve written about Leo. He is destruction in a skin. One night he started talking to himself and tearing around the house in an absolute tizzy. Even his brothers looked at him like he was out of his mind. That was something to watch, lemme tell ya’, schizo kitty on speed. I do love the little guy. He’s starting to look just like his mama.
OK, the finale. Pics. Can you tell who’s who? How well do you know The Boyz? LOL
Later…
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