Fact: kittens are the best way to cure end-of-vacation blues. I picked up these guys from the ASPCA on Friday, and they might be my cutest kittens yet.
I have a very unscientific hypothesis that male kittens are way more affectionate than lady kittens. I've got two boys in this batch, and all they want to do is curl up next to my computer and occasionally nibble on my computer charger. (That part is not so great.)
These kittens all came with names, but I find it's easier to refer to them by their physical features. That means that Valentino = the fat kitten, Valentin = the brown kitten (also known as no socks kitten), and Valencia = the scardey kitten.
My job is to introduce them to normal household noise, so today, that meant a Mariah Carey marathon, as loud as possible. They hid under the couch for the first few songs, maybe because they were scared (but I like to think that they needed to experience her in private).
Tomorrow's challenge will be getting them to fall asleep in my lap. I think they're ready!