They're cute, playful, affectionate, well-behaved, 100% indoor cats. But they've got to go. We cannot keep all five cats!
They turned nine weeks old last weekend; old enough for their jabs. So off to the vet they went. Having declared that they're healthy, the vet inoculated the cats against whatever it is that cats can get. Then it was home again, home again, joggity-jog. We've paid for their second jabs, which are due in three weeks' time.
The mother, Luna, we left at the vet so that she could be spayed and microchipped. No more kittens for her. I'm collecting her this afternoon, and anticipate being the recipient of baleful stares until she remembers who can walk on his hind legs, has opposable thumbs, and can open the cat food.
Anyway, the kittens are now considered to have ripened sufficiently to be picked. Two boys and two girls. How many would you like?
UPDATE 25 MAY: Two kittens have found their forever homes. Only the black-and-white pair remain. One boy and one girl.
As if there aren't enough pictures of cats on the internet already, here's an album devoted solely to this particular family.