Our new babies are settling in beautifully at Posh HQ. They are still a little nervous of strangers, and don’t like sudden movements or loud noises, but that’s all very sensible when they are so tiny and defenseless. As their confidence in us grows, we are seeing more of their personalities emerge. Pip, the brown boy, is a real hunter. He has a squeaky elephant toy which he carries round in his mouth all the time, growling if anyone goes near it. He’s already establishing himself as a daddy’s boy. Squeak, the chocolate boy (he’s more the colour of biscuit right now, but his points will darken as he gets older), is very loving, and VERY greedy. He likes to sit on my chest, where he stares into my face, and rubs his head against my chin. Very sweet. But if there’s food around, look out. He stuck his nose right into my cup of tea yesterday, which startled us both.
They are just as devoted as Snickers & Jaffa were, and I’m so very glad we got two of them, because Jaffa still won’t come into the house, and so one kitten would have been very lonely. I hope Jaffa will come round in time, but at the moment, he’s made a home for himself in the outside workshop, so we’re letting him have his space. The kittens aren’t the slightest bit frightened of him, even though the few times he has ventured inside he has hissed and screeched at them in a very frightening way.
The only thing that is less than endearing about them is the fact that they have the most appalling flatulence. I’ve had cats all my life, and have never come across this problem. If it doesn’t resolve itself soon, we’ll have to change their diet or something. It’s quite horrifying what overpowering smells can come out of such small creatures!
But oh, it’s so lovely to have them here. And little things they do remind me so much of Snickers (after all, they are very distant cousins of him).