Last night, as I washed the dinner dishes at the sink, I heard a tiny - but very insistent - little kitten meow through the open window. This little critter really wanted its momma, and I mean, now! He kept calling and calling …and it sounded like he was right outside the window! I turned on the light and Brad and I went out looking, but we couldn't find the kitten anywhere... although I still heard him. The meows sounded healthy enough, so I figured mom must be on the job... but running late... so we went in.
This evening, as Brian was doing some homework, I heard it again. I looked out the kitchen window, and saw a little orange kitten yowling at his mom. Kitten was on a ledge on the wall, in the plants, and mom was on the ground looking up at him as if to say, "Come on! How can I go make dinner if you keep calling me over here??" (I know that look, as I wear it myself at times). I couldn't get a photo because the sun was going down and I was afraid the cats would be afraid if I used a flash, so I brought in a professional sketch artist:
(ok, maybe not exactly professional…)
Anyway, Brian and I saw 2 kittens up there. One was creamy orange and tiger-striped, the other was darker (he was more shy and stayed hidden – maybe grey, maybe a darker orange), and somehow, we came up with Rosy and Posey for names. What else do you call colorful plant kittens? I carried Honor to the window so she could see too, but she quickly went back to bed… she’s sick (again) today, was running 103.8F fever, and wanted to sleep. Brad came home and, having the benefit of height, saw that there was one more kitten in the back of the nest. Later at dinner, Honor named the third one Thorn. The kittens look barely old enough to have their eyes open, but are definitely big enough to holler when they want momma! If I get a chance, I’ll try to get a photo during the day.