I couldn't believe my eyes when Jill calmly walked in on Monday with a basket full of kittens! Am I not enough for her? Two little black girls and a little black and white boy. I am not very impressed with them and while looking at them through the glass door I told them so. For once, Daisy and I are in agreement - no more kittens please! It's all very well Jill saying 'they are only staying until they get new homes', but she said that about me and look at me now!
Well, day three and they have grown on me a little. Buster, the boy, is very brave and comes right up to the glass door and speaks to me. Unfortunately it is double-glazed so I can't really hear him - thank goodness because I get the feeling he might be saying something a little rude about me.
Jill said I should include a photographs of them as she thinks you would like to see them, so here is one of them all cuddled up and snoozing. They are not normally this still or quiet, but at just under 9 weeks old they often curl up and go to sleep - mind you, so do I.
So that you don't forget how gorgeous and cuddly I am, here is a photograph of me as well. A box appeared on the floor and I jumped into it - as cats do:
Snoozy time for me - best check on the kittens first - I will be back next week with another instalment of my diary.
Milly
