W-wa Jeziorki: The new kittens at one month old

Thursday, 25 June 2026

The new kittens at one month old

I got back from my evening walk yesterday, opened the front door and walked into the house, to see that for the first time in its life, one of the kittens has left my bedroom and ventured into the kitchen. Following me into the house from the outdoors were Wenusia, Scrapper and Czester; upon seeing a tiny newcomer on the kitchen floor, they approached it, each cat reacting differently. Wenusia hissed; Scrapper growled sub voce; Czester was entirely cool in the presence of the little one.

Now, Céleste and Czester were three weeks and five days old when they made their first expedition beyond the threshold of my bedroom, the new lot are almost as quick to explore (four weeks and two days old).

I was sure at first that all five kittens are male; today, I can see that I was wrong. Below: the last-born; originally Quinto/Kwinto; turns out it's a girl. So meet Quintessence/Kwintesencja. La Quinta. She has a normal-length tail. She was the first out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. Like her mother Céleste, a natural-born explorer.

Below: Quinta's twin is a boy; the facial markings are very similar, but the face is more masculine and there's less white on the chest. But a stumpy tail, just like mum's and his two tabby uncles, Arcturus and Pacyfik. No name yet for the li'l fella yet.

And the second kitten without a name. Another grey tabby, this time with more white. Is it a girl or a boy? "It's confusing these days/But moon dust will cover you/Cover you/This chaos is killing me."

Below: Five feeding. The two greys (uh, in there somewhere) are Wiktor (grey with white collar) and Dorian (grey). Céleste is, like her mother Wenusia before her, an absolute natural at the job. Half way through it.

And finally, a memory from a year ago when Wenusia's brood were this age. Here's Scrapper. Today, the once-pugnacious Scrapper gets on with every other (adult) cat, goes out on walks with me. An all-round even-tempered guy, a super chap. If he could, I know Scrapper would buy me a pint.