Thursday is Kitten Day.

[oloriel]

They're six weeks old now and incredibly playful. Anything that's on ground level or can be reached from ground level - including legs, tablecloths, shoes and random furniture - is an invitation to play, climb or bite. They're also incredibly pretty. Fëanáro already has brown eyes, whereas Mulan's are still mostly blue. Her nose is more reddish-brown than black now. I wonder whether it'll end up pink as her brother's and mother's.
Both of them have the amazing talent to curl up on my or Jörg's lap just when we have to get up and leave.

And we begin the picspam with yet another kittenfight.
Oh look, there's mom!
You can't get up! Your lap is now the property of the Fëanorian Freedom Front. (There, I bite your trousers!)
Resistance is futile. Like you could ever resist us.
Did you understand that?
We can stay here for eeeever.
... even if we fall asleep.
Fooood!
Kitten smiley
The playground
Whee, fun!
Must be the reason why I'm king in my castle.
And here we go again. ('náro is a thumbsucker!)
You still can't get up.
Or you could, but we'd be really sad.
Whereas, if you leave us be, we'll look THIS happy!
(I think we won.)
A sleepy family
Help, help, my brother is killing me!
Obligatory cleaning photo
... or is she kissing her paws?
The can opener said it's not a toy, but it sure looks like one.
As do these.
Conspiracy? I know of no stinking conspiracy.
I'm so going to be a beauty queen.
And I'm... a curious kitten.
Also, the king of the hill.
Hello world! (photographed through the curtain, which explains the lousy quality)
Uh, dust!
Cross-legged
Hello waste-basket. Are you my friend?
... or you, hand?
I'm all grown-up. No, really!
*sigh* I don't know how the kids get that dirty all the time.

And that's all for this week; the rest is repetitive.

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