We’d all learn from White Cat. She is a most patient and devoted mother. She talks constantly to the kittens. Over the weeks we have learned cat language, whether she is calling them for milk, settling them down or just telling them she is there. Of course we leap up as soon as we hear a more strident voice which means she wants food or letting out.
The kittens are six weeks old today. I cannot believe that people think that cats are ready for a new home at six weeks. They still need their mother and White Cat would be bereft if they were taken away. I keep looking for signs that she is rejecting them, an important stage if a kitten is to learn to stand on its own four feet, but she puts up with them jumping on her and biting her tail with infinite patience. She even goes as far as to wake them up to feed them if she thinks she should. And then she washes them until their fur sticks out.
Meanwhile the kittens are thriving and enjoying their mad sessions of play. They still stick to their early alliances, Blanche looks after Claude while Smudge chases about with Benedict. With such rapid progress, physically and socially, I can honestly say there is never a dull moment.













