It's pretty magical to have kittens again. I had forgotten how precious their neediness is. And how absurd their slow-motion wrestling matches are.
I had been thinking for months that Wylla is tiny, but she's not. Kittens are tiny, Wylla is medium.
My, they are clumsy, and once they've toppled, it can take minutes for a kitten to get back on its feet. Like furry beetles on their backs, with legs churning wildly, they wriggle until FINALLY they are back up again, only to collapse in exhaustion moments later.
Their itty-bitty cries sound like distant seagulls.
Nothing in the whole world matters when they rest in your hands.
This little pair of girls, Effie Brisker and Hazel Swift, just moved in with us on Saturday afternoon. They are sisters, but most likely have different daddies, so I thought they should have different surnames. It looks like Effie is a lilac point. Hazel is gray, but she has a few flecks of color too, and her toes are kind of peachy, so she may be a dilute tortie. We'll just to have see how she develops.
They're around 3 to 3.5 weeks old, and weigh 12 oz each. They aren't eating solids yet, so they must be fed by bottle or syringe. They're eager eaters, and their bellies are plump. These girls are tiny, delightful beings.
I know you're anxious to meet them, so here they are!!!
Welcome, dear Effie and Hazel! We're so happy you're here!