Ian, one of the 5 babies (of which I lost Lilyana and Liam) is just about to turn 6 weeks old. He is unbelievable! As a 10 day old he wiggled away from mom and the nest and wound up underneath my cedar chest After I placed them into a nice shallow box as a new bed, he managed (at 11 days old) to get out and wiggle all the way across the room!! This is when I caged them.
Fast forward to 4 weeks later.
Now, after the URI is gone and the 3 surviving kittens are starting to explore, Ian is the first to want OUT!!! (keep in mind, that of the 3, he is the smallest)
Just over the past 2 days have I allowed them access to the stairway and you guessed it! Ian is the first one down them.
But beyond his bold and curioous ways is a heart that could melt stone!

Here he is showing you his belly which he loves to be rubbed.



And not only is he the most distinguished looking tuxedo, but he is a black SMOKE!! (MY utter favorite!)

I sure love this little guy.