We brought home a kitten 4 weeks ago (Long story short, father in law's girlfriend MIGHT be a little... derpy and thought 2 year old female cats can't get pregnant WTF) and it's been awesome and the toddlers love her. Her name is Ceri, though I want to call her sigourney because she pops out from under couches, jumps on you from her big giant cat tree, and on top of high things and just gets you. But I was denied. Damnit. Even her tail is like the aliens.
Anyways. We picked up our son from his grandfather's and found a home for the two other kittens that were in that litter. We wondered if Ceri would recognize them. So we put them on the cat tree while waiting for the new owner to come.
Sniff, sniff "BROTHERS!" and back to playing with them like she hadn't been separated for four weeks. Gnaw, chew, smack, bat. They all started rumbling and tumbling for the hour it took for their owners to come. I'm glad they're up here and close by. Now we get to sit them and they can all party together.
