Three weeks old on Saturday, the kittens are still displaying exemplary development (and their mother an absolute star when it comes to carrying out her maternal duties). The moment arrives when their little legs are no longer splayed out horizontally like crocodiles' ones, and the kittens can take halting steps. And curiosity to see what's outside Plato's cave is taking hold. Below: the kittens are starting to see what's goin' on on this side.
Below: name? Potentially 'Saturn', in keeping with the planetary naming convention (Jowisz, Wenusia). He was the first-born. A combative and pugnacious little fighter, so his nickname is 'Scrapper'. "Oi! You lookin' at me?"
Below: Czestuś and mum. Wenusia is looking part resigned (she has another five weeks of feeding this lot ahead of her) and part relaxed. She's safe, well fed and well cared for. And everybody loves Wenusia.
What a little beauty! I'm becoming more certain that the three (almost identical) tabby-and-white kittens are female. This one seems more independent and the furthest ranging. I am minded to call her 'Celeste'. Her distinguishing mark is a white blaze to the right side of the forehead, with a smaller white flame to its left.
Below: four out of five kittens can't be wrong. With the exception of Celeste, out exploring, the rest of the gang have returned to the birthing box for a feed.
I can't tell you how marvellous these kittens are. How glad I am that I did not listen to the voices trying to persuade me to sterilise Wenusia. She is fulfilling her purpose as a mum. And the little ones are miraculous.
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