I know it's all self inflicted and I have no one to blame but myself BUT - My life consists of feeding, washing up and cleaning litter trays.
I swear they all form an orderly queue and wait until I've cleaned a litter box out and then use it.
Phoebe's boys had their first vaccinations yesterday and Jane, one of our vets, gave them a thorough going over. They passed with flying colours. We have to go through the whole palaver again in three weeks time - by then I'll need a hoist to be able to pick them all up at the same time.
I've booked Phoebe in to be neutered- she's done her bit, bless her. Then she can just be Auntie to any kittens we have (bet she's really thrilled about that).
Claudia's mob are stunning and, it would appear that , I have a blonde cinnamon girl in her litter.
These are very hard to come by- so she is a "keeper"- but I still love the little tabby girl too- so she may be a "keeper" as well SHHHH !!!!!!!!
In fact I'd like the whole litter to stay - just need to win the lottery, move to a bigger house and give up work. Not much to ask for really.
I seriously need to take some more pictures but kittens aren't, by nature, terribly co operative and I have some wonderful shots of tails and bums and the occasional large eye as they walk towards the camera instead of sitting still and posing nicely. How on earth do they expect anyone to fall in love with them if all I've got is out of focus portraits ?
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