A Kitten Update: Good bye to the world's most perfect kittens

For the past two weeks, I was lucky enough to foster the worlds cutest, most well-behaved kittens. They were foster kittens #16 + #17 and lovingly renamed after my favorite gingers (My friend Carly and Matt Bonner). 

My friends have confirmed--these are the best foster kittens I've ever had. They were so happy to prance from one lap to another, and they never got overwhelmed, even when there were 10+ new people for them to meet all at once. 

They also made excellent coworking partners--lots of lap snuggling and wrist warming.

 I had to send them back early so I could go home to Baltimore to get my wisdom tooth removed. The cab ride back to the ASPCA was miserable---they were so unhappy to be in their carrier and basically cried the whole way. Luckily (?) my cab driver was listening to a Spanish-language marriage counseling radio program, so he didn't notice.

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When we got to the ASPCA, they were still shy of the 2lb mark, so they got placed back in the foster pool. I'm torn---while I don't want them to spend a single night in an ASPCA cage, I also selfishly hope they're waiting for me on Tuesday, when the ASPCA reopens, so I can scoop them up and taken them back home.  Only time will tell!  

New, Post-Vacation Kittens: Valentino, Valentin, and Valencia!

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.)

Caught in the act. Bad kitten!

Caught in the act. Bad kitten!

Eyeing the charger. No means no, kitten!  

Eyeing the charger. No means no, kitten!  

This is the fat one's grumpy kitten face after being denied the cord. 

This is the fat one's grumpy kitten face after being denied the cord. 

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. 

More kitten nibbling.

More kitten nibbling.

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!