The kittens are still little fluffy grubs at this point. Their eyes aren’t open yet and they have two states: sleeping and eating. The only personality traits I have gleaned at this point is that the white kitten usually ends up on the bottom of the pile and it seems like one of the grey tabbies might be a camera ham. You’ll notice there always seems to be a grey tabby front & center in the photos.
Possum has no problem with Tak visiting the birthing box. As you can see. Tak loves to just sit next to me while I’m petting Possum and watch the activity. She doesn’t quite know what to think about the kittens. I’ve shown them to her one by one. She just sniffs on them, sometimes seems a little afraid of them, but seems to understand they aren’t food. I can’t wait until they’re bigger and can harass the shit out of her. That’s going to be fun.
