A Bengal Scouts Photo Essay

 

            Recently, I was asked by a relative to provide some photos of the new kittens, who are not so new anymore! 

            I started at the beginning, as far as I had record of it. The above is the photo my granddaughter sent first. I was allowed to pick from this litter. The one on top of the other one is Sweetie now, and the one looking at the camera, top right, is Booker.

            Booker when he first arrived here. Totally boggled by the changes.

            As we got to know them, and they grew, rapidly, we discovered that Sweetie was the most independent, adventurous, and most likely to be awake. He is also the one who hungers to get into the fridge. No one knows why.

          Booker is a totally different guy. He stands back and watches Sweetie's shenanigans, then may decide to join in. He is in some ways, the most affectionate. He will leap into my arms suddenly at any random time.

          Brotherly affection. When they're not grooming each other, or Mr. Baby, they wrassle! Then the thundering runs through the house!

             Booker, just waking.

             Manic Sweetie, guarding the box.

            And so it goes. Lots of snuggling, grooming, and running, and climbing. They are super nice guys, heart mending after Willie left us so suddenly.

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