A group of my favorite bottle babies! Their names were Tesla, Heloise, Merit and Curie--all named after famous scientists, so we referred to them collectively as the Science Cats.
Curie has the sweetest face! My uncle--whose beloved manx cat died a couple of years ago and who swore off ever getting another cat--fell in love with her immediately and wound up adopting her, so I still get to see her from time to time.
Merit whines. She was good at that! She and Tesla (the orange one) got adopted together.
Chiclet, the cutest kitten in the world. She was a chubby, perfect bundle of aww.
She's so beautiful. Like a kitten from a calendar!
It's MC Escher's kitten basket--every empty space is actually another kitten.
Frito (left) and Cheeto, the Banditos. Talk about a calendar-ready look.
I was so shocked when it took these guys a full week to get adopted. Just look at them! Presh.
I didn't take these super-adorbz pics of Frito and Cheeto, btw--we actually have a pro photographer who's started taking the "official" kitten pictures. Fabulous, isn't she?
It's hard to judge the cutest kitten I've fostered, as kittens are all inherently adorable, but Cheeto is pretty high up there.
I can't help but feel that Frito looks affronted in this picture.
And that's all I have for now! Hopefully I'll have new kittens to fill the void in my heart--and the litterbox in my bathroom--soon. :P
ETA: Literally moments after I finished posting about my tragic kitten-zero status, I got a call on the kitten klaxon and had to drop everything to drive across town and scoop up these adorable orphans:
Meet kittens 24 and 25, Esther and Egon! Instant karma!
I have spent the last four hours or so cleaning, feeding, burping and widdle-wiping and them cleaning, feeding, burping and widdle-wiping again. I am over the moon!