As Chris could not bear to part with any of the kittens we still have all four of them. And White Cat, their mother, still has us. She thinks the kittens should be long gone so she hisses at them if they come within spitting distance. The kittens take no notice of this and like to see her. White Cat sleeps peacefully on our bed during the day. Do you remember Chris saying Don’t feed that cat, and She’s not coming in the house…? When it gets dark she goes out for the night shift and the kittens stay in.
The kittens still have their distinctive personalities. Benedict is the rather greedy adventurous one and is usually called Oy! Benedict!. Benedict is dapper, like an old-fashioned gent with moustache and beard, dressed up in a sleek grey frockcoat with white waistcoat.
You might think he would be the boss but it is little Blanche who rules the roost. Blanche is petite and pretty with big dark green eyes and she gets what she wants by batting her siblings on the nose or, with Chris, being cute.
Smudge is easygoing and rather plain but just like her mum. From her we can guess how amiable White Cat might have been had we had her from birth.
Claude is a rangy bag of bones covered by a skin that is two sizes too big. He is rather clumsy with his outsized feet and somewhat simple, but he is beside himself with pleasure when he is offered a lap. Claude is by far the biggest cat but he is the last in the pecking order and will just sit and watch while the others eat his dinner.
So, there you have it. We have gone from an ordered household with a no pets policy to living with five cats within the space of a year. The moral of this tale is don’t feed any stray cats!
You can look back to previous kitten blogs on http://www.cormatin.eu/blog/?tag=kittens