Pearl, the little white kitten, seems to be the strongest of the litter. She toddles all over the room, and tries to follow me out the door when I leave their room.
Tonight, I took Pearl to visit my next-door neighbor, JoAnn, who's planning to adopt Pearl when she's old enough to be away from her mom, Lucy.
Pearl seemed to enjoy the change of scenery, walking all over the family room and meeting JoAnn's dog and cats. She seemed entranced by the TV for a few minutes, then was off to check out something else.
One thing that's odd about the kittens: although they used to try to wrestle with each other when they first started walking around, they now don't seem to play at all. I hope they're not getting sick, or anemic, or whatever it was that was wrong with Violet.
The surviving calico (who I haven't named yet; isn't that terrible?) has been sneezing, and when she wakes up her eyes are pasted shut. I soak them with a warm, wet washcloth to open them, and then put some antibiotic eye salve in them. But when she sleeps, they get stuck shut again.
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