raising a eyebrow...hmm, where's the magic word ya'll??

hey.. I had them first! but if you snatch them from me....then I'll have no one. you know what, we don't need any more dramas. ..oh and that's such a mom thinking by the way ..

yup, that's one my special grumpy star girl. I adore her. I fixed her this morning, fingering through the mats gently then brushed with furminator for about fifteen minutes on each side, she was being a good girl! she can be so sensitive with her back - and my first cat with bad mats. :[ then I found two on clayton's neck - fixed that... I feel much better now, dear! I wonder if it has something to do with freezing degree here. I don't remember if I've ever told this to pet talk; when I found her on one rainy night (three years ago this christmas eve!), I took her to the vet as I was on my way there and the vet found new freshly stabbed wound on her back-side. when we pet her, she would growl us a few, well, zillion of warnings before she gives a big sad meow. I think this have affected her neurosystem in the back as well because once or twice a month she poops out of the box yet knows when and where somehow - always on a hard surfaces (sinks, tubs, kitchen corners, tiles) - never on a carpet. I'm so proud of her, she'll always be my starry girl. mine.

anyway.. about the PEANUTS now the vet trip went perfectly well. they're happily in purrfect health although the vet said the boy is developing so tiny, smaller than the average kitten...maybe a petite boy? we shall see! oh, when I got there, I threw in the names, the names were hope and miracle lol. we still've gotta think of names... they were also the excellent littlest travellers, breaking the record the youngest! they play, play, wrestle and (still small to) flip around in my laps while I drive.. sweet. ツ

today they are seven-gasps-weeks! their temperance are much sooo calm growing up. my boy, he loves talking, meows frequently just to talk to you.. then smudges you by snuggling up in your arms or laps. the girl, definitely is an observing little thinker - she'd just sit there with tail around her paws, looking at her talkive hooman-climbing brother then up at me with her pretty big wide eyes wondering how silly her brother is. wants the same, to pick her up sometimes too.

at six weeks old, they had their first bath, poor little pathetic rats flatting out their ears! they weren't frightened of monstrous water coming out though. they did great, knew amazingly my hands would be trustworthy.

seven weeks today, the girl is getting around to use litter box nicely while the boy still thinks it's funny to goof around in there. proudly to say, they made their first poop (in their playground yet the correct spot) yesterday!

..well, pictures... sorry that would have to wait - no computer here sucks. the school lab will be opening again really soon. the only difference from last photos are girl's eyes now are beautiful forest green, (still changing - unlike her brother whom eyes remain icy blue) .. and they're a bit bigger of course!

stay tuned..