Late morning Tim and I were in the kitchen. I was preparing some more kitten food and Tim was making some egg mayonnaise for lunch. We were talking, as you do...
I went to the back door with the kitty food, and heard a little mew. I looked down, and there on the TOP step (of about six biggish concrete steps) was the tabby kitten, who seems to be by far the most adventurous. At the bottom of the steps were two more kittens, and the rest were half-way across the patio towards the steps.
I knew we might have problems keeping the kittens outside when they got bigger, but I didn't expect it at four-and-a-half weeks, assuming that's what they are.
Of course they followed me back to the little side bit of garden where they've been living up to now, and had their food, and played a bit, then went to sleep. We then shut the back door although we usually leave it open all day during the summer.
But later on I went to hang out some laundry. I didn't want to open the back door, as I thought the kittens might hear me, so I piled it all into a tub, and went out the FRONT door so I could creep round the side of the house unseen.
No such luck.. one of the kittens spotted me, and before I knew what was happening all seven of them were around my feet. Trying to hang out laundry without stepping on seven fast-moving objects, of whom some are trying to climb up your jeans, is not recommended as a fun activity!
It was actually very warm today, much more so than yesterday. The forecast had been for continued 27C in the sun [80-ish F] but I was sure it was more than that. And when I checked the forecast early afternoon, it told me it was in fact 32C, which I suppose is about 90F. Definitely on the warm side for me, and I should really have moved into shorts by now, but the thought of twenty-eight sets of little claws on bare ankles is not very appealing somehow...