The kittens are getting large, and rambunctious, and toothy. They've got claws too. Mom cat, seeking respite but still wanting to watch over them, spends hours resting on the top of the porch fence.
Yesterday, the two blues sat just underneath, trying to figure out how mom got up there, and what they could do to get there too. You can't really see them in this photo [shot through the screen door], but they're the darker blurs at the bottom.
Last night, tiger kitten, the champion climber in the clan, decided to give lessons. First pupil: blue kitten 1.
Ever the iconoclast, patches kitten wants to start from a different place, and aim higher too.
Tonight? The sky's the limit, or perhaps the porch ceiling is. Dude! How're you gonna get down?!
The management recently provided me with a new one-size-fits-all screen door, which means that it doesn't [fit, that is], but since I had to ask repeatedly to get this one, I've been putting up with it. I'll say one thing though, all four of them have been practicing their new-found skills on it, and have left nary a claw mark in the screening material. Tough stuff.