Cinnamon, Nutmeg, and Annabelle

I've been smacked upside the head with a chest cold. I slept in my chair last night, so I could sit up and sleep, rather than lie down and cough.  I haven't had a bad cold in 2 years. Neither has JB, who is not as bad as I am, but not doing well.

It was the first night we left the door open to the guest room, when the kittens have been. Everyone says to keep them isolated in one room to get them used to life in a new house. Well, we let them roam in the day. They know where the litter box is, and they feel safe there. Of course, sitting in my chair, at 5 a.m., Cinnamon decided to lobby me for food. It was lovely. Big mushes, and making dough. I fed them all, and went back to bed to sleep for a few hours. This morning, sinusitis.

The kittens are doing well. Baby Nutmeg is reluctant to come out into the living room.

Annie's favourite spot, in the living room, high up on the caterpillar.

Nutmeg is afraid of Annie, who is constantly after their food. We are letting Nutmeg be her shy little self. She likes JB's office, as well as her bedroom. They love playing together, the twins. The bathroom is a great place to knock around ping pong balls.

Annabelle is simply looking for food, not a mean bone in her body. "I'm a pretty girl. I should have more food!"

I'd just fed her in the kitchen.
Here she is mushing the wall outside the bedroom.

Nutmeg cowers under the bed, growling her little heart out.



In the office.



Bigger brother, Cinnamon, is a doggie digger. In the litter box. It flies. I will be happy when they are using the litter box in the basement.

I snagged a photo mid-meow! The rocking chair pad is a quilt my grandmother hand-made. The rocking chair is where I breastfed my three children (now 34, 36 and 40 years old)!



They are lovely entertainment. We are so happy to have taken them in. The shelters are full. They'd lived two weeks at the vet's, where they'd been turned in. Now they are having the time of their lives.