Kitty Journal - Day 2 - Personality profiles

I have decided that Guinness can hold his milk least well of all kitties. He drinks and drinks and eventually falls off the nipple like he's falling off a bar stool and collapses upside down in the pile. When he comes to momentarily he blunders around, stupidly unable to identify a nipple when it passes in front of his face, whines a little bit, then crawls up higher as if there are more up top. He's got cream colored markings on one eye, his chin, his chest and his foot. He looks like he's had a foam accident. Like I said, he can't hold his milk. (I don't know if he's a boy. I'm just guessing…)

Bass's equipment I've seen. He *is* a boy. He hasn't distinguished himself personality-wise yet, but he and Guinness duke it out occasionally over best-nipple rights.

Harp is still pretty little. Not runt-little, and he may not be little at all, but it's like he slouches. He is trying to appear little so that no one bothers with him. He's the most sober of the bunch. While Guinness and Bass play King of the Mama, Harp sucks and sleeps and sits placidly at the end, not getting involved.

Cider, I guess due to the higher alcohol content of his name, has the highest milk tolerance of the 4. Evidently, he has not yet stopped drinking, and because of this, he's HUGE. He's starting to look like a cougar.

In sum, they're all milkoholics. I think it's ok for now. They have a few weeks before they need to seek help.

Kitty Journal - Day 2, part 2 - Battle of the Sexes

They all remind me a little of Patrick Stewart. I'm not sure if that's a result of some sort of synaptic dysfunction in my own brain or if it's real. I'll try to get a picture of the phenomenon. You can let me know if I need to see a physician or not.

Well, the battle of the sexing has begun. I can't touch the critters yet, and quite honestly I'm not sure that what I'm looking for is really very visible at all. But, I'm pretty sure that the equipment I've seen on Bass should make him a male. This evening I got a glimpse of Guinness's undercarriage, and "she" is definitely lacking the structure that's going to make Bass the cat's meow for the few weeks he's got all his parts.

They're only now starting to be comfortable on their backs because they've got the strength to turn themselves back over, so my latent-scientist-driven temptation to flip them over with a ballpoint pet (capped, of course) is waning. From a recent cleaning frenzy on Cider, I have determined that he's definitely a he, which comes as no surprise given the somewhat aggressive teat wrestling he's known for.

The remaining unknown is little slouching Harp. Time will tell. Or, I'll get out my ballpoint…