Just found a cat and newborn kittens in my garden on a low bench. WWYD??

[Pinot]

She has just had another cry over her toy and has leapt up on to the sofa. She looks really well atm apart from taking her time to sit down.

They look so cute topping and tailing like that! I wish i'd got 2 whilst I had the chance.

Risotto someone said to me at the weekend that two cats don't get on sometimes - something about being territorial. I'm a bit worried tbh!

If they've grown up together they should be fine. It's only neighbouring cats who don't know each other well and are competing for territory that tend to argue.

Oh brilliant thanks! Meow has seemingly taken a shine to aiming for Gingers err, private area when play-fighting :)

Asserting herself, saying she is boss!

I'm sure I used a similar strategy when playfighting with my older brother as a child. Well, maybe not the biting, but if you're smaller then fair's fair IMO

Is that what it is?? Atta girl :) With me and DH and 3 sons, I need another strong female to level the playing field

The new photo is so gorgeous Pinot, amazing to see how big they are getting, they look lovely and chunky. I love the image of them sleeping on you and purring on your shoulder!

:) Fanks Tapsel :)

Ginger is developing some sort of tabby markings on his ginger bits on his head - he's getting some darker stripes and then lighter, more apricoty stripes.

I LOVE!

They look so loooong in that piccy, i know it's the way they're sleeping too, but they are getting big..

You've reminded me, i had a cat in my twenties, that would lie on peoples' shoulders, curled around their necks.. my then boyfriend used to walk around the corner to the local shop with him in that position, cat would just just happily purr..

Handy for the cold Winter evenings Pinot, seems Ginger and Meow might like the idea too

oh oh oh oh oh

Love the new pictures. They look really well.

Have just snapped one big one of Ginger before teatime :) He looks uber-fluffy! Meow was hidden...next time! :)

pic is up

Some reason its like 4th or 5th

oooooo, he looks like a proper cat now doesn't he..... stunning

DD1 is hopping and squeeling

So fluffy! :o

Looks like you are doing a really good job, you are obviously a fantastic foster-mummy.

My chest is sooooo puffed with pride

Oh god Pinot they are fabulous.

Reminds me of when I got my two - they were 4 weeks old and had been abandoned. Got them from a rescue centre after my uber gorgeous rescued ginger tom (who was the BEST CAT EVER) was poisoned. The rescue centre were not sure they would survive.

I remember the first night with them, they lay on the floor and they were so flat they were almost as thin as a piece of paper. They were weaned though and they soon fattened up. They were brother and sister and when they were 'done' the female got some sort of an infection and developed a huge lump in her abdomen and was in a lot of pain. (Crap vet who has since been struck off!). The tomcat recovered within a day and wanted to play with her but she became very nervous and tried to avoid him. He was such a big bruiser of a cat but absolutely lovely, so affectionate as tomcats tend to be. She never really got over her nervousness.

Sadly he was run over when he was only a year old [sob]. I had the she cat pts last November when she was 21.

Sorry to bore you with my cat tale. But I do so miss her, and can remember as if it were yesterday those first few months with them when they were tiny, and used to sleep in my bed, or I would think I had lost them and then would find them curled up together, asleep in a discarded jumper.

Enjoy

Oh Lamb what a tale! I was :) then :( then :) again reading it. Poor boy cat - I lost 2 cats when I was a kid from being run over and the shock of it I remember well. Girl cat did well (wow!) to get to 21. Bless her heart. What did you call them? And what colours were they? At the moment, I'd say Ginger is a big softie as he falls asleep when I cuddle him, whereas Meow is a little minx and wants to nibble fingers/climb into my hair/stair at me to freak me out What I find so amazing, and I bet you'll agree, is how they can be so packed full of distinct personality at such a tiny age. it really is and

They were Abelard and Heloise, or Abe and Elly for short. She was a tortoiseshell and he was a grey and white tabby. He was enormous. If I locked the catflap at night to keep him in he would headbutt it until he broke out. I would be sat in the chair of an evening and I would hear him crash through the catflap and next second he would leap onto the chair and headbutt my arm, and hurt!

My ginger tom, on the other hand, was the softest cat ever. He would sleep under the covers lying along my body, and sit round my neck when watching tv. If I got up to answer the phone etc, he wouldn't move, just cling on. He was pure ginger as well, with no white on him at all. He was abandoned on the moors and had ringworm when I found him, which he then gave to me - bless.

I would never chose another tomcat though as they are the only ones I have lost to tragic accidents. She cats seem to stay nearer to home. My nerves wouldn't stand another tom - until I get my cottage in the middle of nowhere

Heart melts, I think that photo has health benefits for its heart warming effect!

Lamb... we live in the middle of nowhere and they still manage to find the road.... and drivers drive even faster out in the sticks

I found Scruffy just moments after he'd been hit... he was the kitten the mother cat dumped on my doorstep first and he was my absolute baby. I was pregnant at the time and had a complete hysterical breakdown sobbing over his poor little body, he was only 8 months

Then the next year I lost another 8 month old, a stunning little female tabby who'd I'd re-homed from a woman who has a colony of feral cats in her garden who she and he husband feed, spay/neuter, and generally take care of.... the mother was the only female she could never catch to get spayed. Tess was the sweetest cat, an hour before she died she was headbutting my pen off the page whilst I was studying and batting my face with her paw. Dp went out to do the coal and she followed him out, normally she'd have been back in in 5 minutes as she never left the garden so when she wasn't back in 30 we were frantically searching the roads.... we didn't find her til the next morning... the bastards next doors dog must have chased her as she was so far up the road (there is a special circle of hell reserved for people who let their dogs run loose imo)

And last month Scruffy's litter mate disappeared.... couldn't find him on the road so one of the hundreds of dogs/foxes/badgers might have got him, despite being a male he never went longer than 12 hours without checking in for some food... he the one on my profile with the white face... a complete dope of a cat but very affectionate and incredibly chatty.

It's the biggest down side of cats.... nine lives or not they seem to find endless ways to break your heart