My apologies to Meghan & Matt, KS and WW...I fear I have allowed the kittens to develop a bit of a bad habit. They climb legs. They stay in a small space and it's hard to control five kittens at once...and it really is kind of cute...as long as you are wearing jeans and a sturdy cotton shirt. No silk, no lace, no sheer.
They are so sweet. They want to be held and loved. Gentle Ben (soon to be Benjamin Watson, "Ben") is the biggest climber of all - straight up to the shoulders. When Ginger cleans our room, feeds us, changes our water - everything - Gentle Ben is on her shoulder. Cole (soon to be...?) is getting there too - he makes it to her shoulders about 50 percent of the time.
Grey Oliver and Earl (I believe KS is dropping the "Grey" and keeping the Oliver and keeping Earl!) are climbers too, but they mostly climb up to Ginger's waist and then back down...and up...and down...and up...
Maurice (soon to be Obadiah Jackson, "Obi") isn't quite as agile, but he will definitely climb up to Ginger's lap if she is sitting.



Me? I'm a different story. Ginger say's I'm an angel. I don't climb, I just purr and love! Nobody has asked to bring me to their home yet, but I'm staying positive. I hope it happens soon. Does anybody know someone that would want me to live with them?
--Tuesday