Say hello to “Sulu” and “Uhuru”, the foster kittens! This is “Sulu”, the boy kitten, who can’t wait to get out of the carrier:
And “Uhuru”, the girl kitten, who looks both ways before crossing the street:
“Sulu” and “Uhuru” are about eight weeks old. They are part of a litter whose mother was trapped as a feral cat.
We are doing a “foster to adopt” with them, so if it works out — i.e., they don’t terrorize Dennis too badly — we will be adopting them, at which point they will be getting new names.
Hereafter they shall be referred to by the names we’re going to give them if they stay. Charlee (the girl) has a little moustache and a goatee, while Chaplin (the boy) just has a “soul patch”. Of course, Charlie Chaplin didn’t have a goatee, as far as I remember, but still, those were the names I immediately thought of when I saw their facial markings. Maybe it was all the black and white.
Being kittens, they mostly like to run around and play, mostly with each other. However, once they got kind of tired Charlee took up residence inside one of the scratching posts and fell asleep, while Chaplin spent a little more time wandering around.
While his sister had a nap, Chaplin got to be a little bit of a love bug, accepting ear skritches and cheek skritches and even giving a nose bump. Oh, and there was purring. Lots and lots of purring.
Dennis hasn’t met them yet, but after they were in the kitty playroom for three hours or so, he finally realized there was something in there. He just isn’t sure what yet. Except for canned food. He’s pretty sure that somebody in that room got canned food …
It remains to be seen what Vermin the Opossum will think of having real cats in the house again …