I was awakened this morning by high-pitched meows. One of the kittens, the bravest and most adventuresome, had ventured out from the cage and was frightened. He had made it all the way to the bathroom mat and was in panic mode. Josie was watching him from afar so he was still safe but he didn't realize where he was or how to get back. We aren't sure how good a cat's eyes are at that young; are they still mostly blind at 4-5 weeks (if they are even that old)?
After holding him for a while and getting him to calm down, he climbed down my leg and made his way back to his mom and brother, who was also out exploring. It is interesting that I love the boy kitties because they are so much more fun, make you laugh more often, and get into all sorts of trouble; the two brothers will play, awkwardly, while their sister calmly sleeps or curls up next to her surrogate mother. Scott on the other hand prefers the calm, togetherness of the girls.
After a bit more exploring, this time closer to mom, the brothers decided to curl up with their sister.
