Brotherly Love
The kittens (still unnamed; we're waiting to see who they are) stay up in the child's room, where we kept them behind a closed door for the first day. Now we take them downstairs sometimes --they explore and then go back upstairs -- and we take the old cat, Lila, in to see them -- she hisses and then they watch each other from afar.
So it's all going normally for cats.
Last night I took the kittens not just down one flight of stairs, to the kitchen, but down two flights of stairs, to the basement family room, where the child was practicing trumpet and the TV was going. This was very exciting to kittens.
Not the trumpet and the TV, no, no -- the litter box used by the grown-up cat. This is a Big Deal to Kittens.
So they explored that for a while, and then they went upstairs. I thought they'd gone all the way up to the child's room, as they know how to get up from that floor, but it turns out they must have gotten confused -- when I went to find them later, they were behind the stove (a favorite lurking place). They came on out when I went into the kitchen, and I went to the stairs and called them, so they could see how to go back up to the child's room.
The male, who is in this case the bolder one (not always true with cats), came to the bottom of the stairs; I called to him, and he came up on the stairs, and into the child's room, at which point he began crying out.
He was calling to his sister, who, when she heard him, started crying out, too. The male went to the top of the stairs and called out to her; she called out and wandered around who knows where --- the kitchen, I guess -- and then finally the male went back down the stairs and fetched her and came back up the stairs with her.
That's the kind of cats we've got.
So it's all going normally for cats.
Last night I took the kittens not just down one flight of stairs, to the kitchen, but down two flights of stairs, to the basement family room, where the child was practicing trumpet and the TV was going. This was very exciting to kittens.
Not the trumpet and the TV, no, no -- the litter box used by the grown-up cat. This is a Big Deal to Kittens.
So they explored that for a while, and then they went upstairs. I thought they'd gone all the way up to the child's room, as they know how to get up from that floor, but it turns out they must have gotten confused -- when I went to find them later, they were behind the stove (a favorite lurking place). They came on out when I went into the kitchen, and I went to the stairs and called them, so they could see how to go back up to the child's room.
The male, who is in this case the bolder one (not always true with cats), came to the bottom of the stairs; I called to him, and he came up on the stairs, and into the child's room, at which point he began crying out.
He was calling to his sister, who, when she heard him, started crying out, too. The male went to the top of the stairs and called out to her; she called out and wandered around who knows where --- the kitchen, I guess -- and then finally the male went back down the stairs and fetched her and came back up the stairs with her.
That's the kind of cats we've got.
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