|All eyes and ears.|
|And pretence of innocence.|
They're drinking milk from their mother's bowl, spilling half of it. Attacking my feet when I sit down. Climbing on everything, knocking stuff onto the floor. Waiting until I go to bed to start playing tag around my pillow.
|And then it's time to sleep.|
One more month, and they'll be ready to leave their mother. Two already have homes waiting. Two to go. Want a kitten?