Chili’s Babies–That Dreadful Day

Look at these sweet little babies!! All grown up and ready for their new homes. Not particularly my favorite time, I admit.

This picture is missing the dark kitty because she wouldn’t sit still with her siblings.

This one we call “toes” because…

she has one striped toe!

The grandkids call this sweetie “Flint.” She’s the fluffy one.

This is “Spot,” because she has a spot by her nose and one by her eye.

And last but not least, we have “Tigerface.” I’ve posted my babies to my friends on Facebook, so I’m supposing they will be gone very quickly.

I’m being very brave right now.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

My Sweethearts

I positively LOVE this phase of the kitty-ness!

You know that place where they’re eyes are open…

and they’re starting to prance around a bit…

but they’re not quite climbing the curtains yet.

THAT phase almost makes it easier to give them away.

Almost.

But not really.

 

Our New Babies

We have four new, sweet kitties!! This time, it’s Chili that’s the mom.

She must have had them VERY quickly because when we first found them–Rhen ALWAYS hears them first!–they were all still wet.

And Miss Chili was so sweet to have them in the laundry basket that I set up for her–not under the couch or somewhere else all crazy.

Do you hear that Lyla?

She looks pretty dang happy.  What a good little mama.

 

The Mysterious Tail Toy

Since Lyla has retired from her kitty-mommy days–her fir has really grown in and gone nuts. Being half Persian and half Maine Coon–that adds up to tons of awesome hair and a surprisingly fluffy tail.

Apparently, the extra fluff has even caught her by surprise. She’s been playing with this crazy new “toy” all afternoon–not realizing it’s… you know…attached.

I had to force myself not to laugh out loud when she pulled her own tail so hard that she almost flipped herself. The best part was when she looked all scandalized in my direction– like I had done something to her.

Lyla may be a little…ummm…slow on the uptake–so-to-speak, but she’ll save us a fortune on cat toys.

 

If our little Lyla was not a cat, but a person instead–she would be that flirty girl in “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Violet Bick.

Remember that scene where the girl says, “Oh, this old thing? I only wear this  when I don’t care how I look!”

The smile she smiles–right there as she prances away from all the guys, with their jaws hanging open.

That is Lyla…

…the flirt.

We should have named her Violet.