We're getting something tomorrow.
Oh what? a holiday?
No.
What about a car?
No.
We're actually getting three things.
Three cars?
No.
Cats?
No.
I don't know! Kittens?
Yes!
And that is how we came to have three little kittens. The black one is called Blackie Chan. She is the biggest and the healthiest and the bully. The white one and the black and white one are both boys. Neither of them have a specific name.
All three are gorgeous kittens. They are all a bit sick but getting better, slowly.
Very slowly.
They like sitting on your lap. Or back. or shoulder or neck or leg or arm or anywhere they fit. All three like sitting in the same place, on top of each other. They dont quite fit.
Our main aim is to fatten them up, from 600 to 800 grams. we were halfway there, until they got sick. Blackie Chan is a fatty at a massive 820 grams! But the two sickies are back to where we started.
At least they are eating now.
Everyone is jealous of us.
Everyone.
I'm going to miss them when they go. Because awww how cute are they!
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I lied. The white one was actually called: Mr White in the Conservatory with the Wrench.
