It's been a year since the kittens came into our lives. Initially we were going to find homes for them after they were spayed, neutered, and had their shots. One day led to the next, and now it's been a year and they are still with us. They've made our lives so much richer, it's hard to imagine we once thought we wouldn't want them.
They sleep in the chicken barn and spend their mornings in the woods hunting. Afternoons are for lying around the yard, napping, and getting pets and ear scratches from their humans.
Their names have changed. "My" kittens, Townes and Lavon, still have their original names. Vicki renamed the yellow tabby is Artemis P. Kat and the black boy is 'Mokie (technically Smokey).
The gray tabby is Townes - the first born. She loves attention, but only if she comes to you for it. Otherwise, she likes to be left alone. Artie is the yellow tabby. He is the most loving and wants to be carried around while you scratch his belly.
'Mokie is mellow around people and a good hunter.
Lavon gets along with people but would rather be out hunting. She is the terror of the local wildlife.