Kitten spammage

They’re growing like weeds, our two new additions to the family, and I feel the need to capture them as much as possible at this stage whilst they’re still small.

They’re just back from their second round of vaccinations at the local vets, and they’re now twelve weeks of age. We need to keep them indoors for a few more weeks yet. Then, watch out world!

Both are growing fast. Fergus has gone from 1kg to 1.5kg in the last four weeks, and Freya from 800g to almost 1.2kg. They’re thriving.

Life is good as a kitten at this age. It’s a constant round of eating, sleeping, exploration and play fighting. As the vet agreed ruefully, play for kittens is “robust”. They’re constantly clawing, pouncing, biting and doing the wild-eyed racing up-and-down-after-each-other-thing at the moment.

They often sleep on us now after they’ve exhausted theirselves with their mischief and exertion. It’s very sweet watching them collapse into furry puddles of purring fluff before they drift into sleep.

They’re into everything. They’re big enough to get onto the bookcase now, and leap from the back of the sofa into the rows of books with great glee.

Having them is exhausting, but lovely. They make us laugh every day and despite the scarred arms from kitten bites or claws, the constant inability to sit alone and the continual removal from lamps, bookcases and laundry baskets, we wouldn’t be without them now.