Ginger is the last of the kittens. She is likely to stay with me. Even her mother Woody may go. He is a very lively kitten, but has almost reached the size of a full grown cat. He has had his appointment with the vet and survived that OK.
As a little kitten he was always busy.
Here he is looking for something to play with.
He gets a cuddle from an admirer.
"Who me!. No! I was somewhere else."
"Look, I am just like my mother, only not so fat!"
Treading the [floor] boards.
Somebody is just about to be attacked!
He is getting to be quite big.
Cheers Chris the Pipemaker.