Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.
We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.
This one has only ever been called the Tiger….
and this one is our grey baby.
And lastly, this calico beauty has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..
dare I say it?
I’m keeping her.
I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….
look at that face.