Multiplying like, well, rabbits. . .

So, the new kittens have arrived. Say hello to Otis (white and tan male) and Boo (black female).

Adam wanted to pick them up himself, even though the carrier was in my car. Daddy as hero, bringing kittens home to the family! Wanting to share in the glory, I met him at the grocery store to sync up (and to pick up a new litter box). Evidently the kittens made the trip under the seat of his truck.

But when we got home, we found only one cat under the seat. The little black cat was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, Adam ending up laying on the floor of the truck with a flashlight. Our Boo is a little Houdini - she went up into the dash from the opening near the steering column. After a few minutes of "RREEOOWWWW, PFFT, PFFT, PFFT," she was free to be loved nearly to death by the rest of the brood. Which, if anyone is counting, now adds up to 11: 1 grandma, 2 parents, 1 teenager, 3 Littles, 1 dog, and 3 cats. When Alex comes home for the holidays we'll be an even dozen.

The photo above is the only proof I have that the new additions have been allowed to put feet on the floor. The photos that follow show how the majority of our time is now spent. (Note the number of arms reaching toward Otis in the photo of Quin.)