Outta the box

 At four weeks old the foster kittens have figured out how to get out of their nest box. The first to do it was the one I must stop referring to as "Fatball," a richly-deserved but unflattering name.

 Fatball never misses a meal, and also this week, he was the first to eat cat food. His excesses have in just 4 short weeks given him an extremely rotund figure. I also call him "Buzz" due to his deafening purr while eating. Well, who doesn't enjoy a good meal?

 Once Buzz was out, the others were quick to follow.

 Whoopee! The big world is so awesome. (Even if most of it has been covered with an ugly plastic tarp to protect the nice cork floor that lies beneath.)

 Buzz and Purrl having a blast around the scratching post that John made for them.

 Pretty Boy Floyd and Cricket join the fun as mama Hester Prynne wishes she were somewhere else.

 Purrl resembles a cat that John had when he was in college, and every time he looks at her he gets all misty.

 Buzz enjoys crossword puzzles.

 Purrl with Cricket, who gets her name from an ability to chirp like a cricket at age 2 weeks-- although she's since modified her meow to a more kitten-like sound. Cricket is already using the litter box, which is very cool of her.

 Floyd is a pretty boy, and looks a lot like his elegant mama.

 

 Who can resist Pretty Boy Floyd?

 The book shelf is so inviting.

Although when they finally get sleepy, a lap is even better.