The first time I saw the kittens, they were starting to play and looked like a pack of idiots. As a group the boys were called the stooges. When the first escaped the straw bail house we called him Moe because he was going to be the main trouble maker. So far that has held true. As for the girls, you can't give pretty girls silly names. Okay, so you can but in this case we didn't.

As the boys get older, the differances start standing out more, build, color, markings and so on. The one thing I had to do was to get each a different colored collar. Even now sometimes I have to look at the collar to see who I'm petting.