Tag: Kittens at play
Wrestlemania

Cookie just gave Albert a “Bundy Splat”!
Albert thinks he needs a corsette

These cardboard tubes are big enough for the little kittens. Albert thinks he can still fit in them. I was worried he was stuck, so I helped get him out, while he kept attacking my fingers. Five seconds after he was free he crawled back in.
Kitties playing
When I first brought my kitties home I kept them in a large kennel for a few days until they got used to the barn, only letting them out when I was in the barn to keep an eye on them. Once I felt comfortable that they would be alright I left the kennel open so they could come and go when they wanted, but continued to have their bed and food bowl in the kennel. For a while now I have been feeding them in the feed room near Tiggy’s eating area and they have started sleeping in one of the hay mangers. I’ve been wanting to remove the kennel altogether, but after seeing this tonight I might leave it a while longer. The kittens were all in there playing “soccer”. They were batting their toy balls back and forth to each other, pouncing, playing. Even Albert, who will occasionally wrestle with Cookie, but otherwise seems to feel he is too mature to play with “the children”. I have to keep their toys contained because the sheep would crush them, plus I would probably trip over them and crack my ass. The kennel gives them plenty of room to chase their toys and the cardboard I put in the bottom to protect their feet allows the balls to roll really well. They were having so much fun playing together. It was great.
Albert and Tiggy

The boys want to take Levi’s tow truck for a spin.
Shylo
I don’t know why people invest money in cat toys. These guys will play with literally anything; a hanging piece of baling twine, fallen pigeon feathers, bits of hay, dried sheep turds… More progress with Shylo today. Twice she let me walk up to her and pet her. Slowly, but surely, we are becoming friends.
Kitten antics

This little girl continues to be shy around me today. I was thinking of naming her Bashful, but she’s not a dwarf. Sissy suggested Shilo, after the Neil Diamond song. Except, because she is shy, her name is Shylo! Pretty good, huh?

Squeaky discovered that dry sheep turds rolling across the barn floor make pretty darned good cat toys.

Trouble attacked my feet, tried to climb my legs. and got pecked by a chicken for getting all up in her face.
They kittens all played so hard they had to pause for a late morning nap. Except for Trouble. Everyone else (including Tiggy) was snuggled up to sleep, except for Trouble. She was too busy being under-foot in the feed room. When I finished with chores the other four were rested and running around for more fun. But no sign of Trouble. After a 20 minute search I found her curled up behind the grain barrel, covered with cobwebs and sound asleep.

Heading back to the house, Casey stopped me in the driveway to remind me that she is just as cute as the kittens, even if she IS an old lady!