Poor kitty!

This poor, thrown-away kitten! And she's the same age as my own little kittens. I can't imagine anybody doing anything to injure a kitten like that, poor baby!

They need money for the vet, as always.

Speaking of kittens, I can just lean a little bit over and see them.

All five, snuggled happily up with mom. That's what preschool-aged kittens (roughly, that's what a month is equivalent to in cat terms, although of course their development is wildly different from ours!) should be doing! Yawning, play fighting, exploring, learning to like people. (One of the toms has started purring when I pet him. He was astonished, but has now adapted. I'm not complaining! When they see him purring on my lap, even the more cautious kitties (that'd be the bigger calico (Callie) and the other orange-and-white cat, can't tell them apart unless I pick them up, and then the purring one lets me and the other one frantically tries to get loose) come over to see what all the fuss is about!

Yesterday I opened up a can of kitten food for them. They gorged themselves silly and threw up. I'd totally overestimated how much cat food was needed for five kittens. Won't make that mistake again! Still, it won't do them any lasting harm so long as I don't do it again. I must be FIRM with Ana, and also hide the cat food. She likes to feed the cat, but it's so easy to overfeed kittens, and then if there's any food left it just goes bad and it costs so much.

I do intend to get pictures up, I swear! I just need to get the kittens onto a nice background that won't embarrass me in front of the entire internet.