Idle Leaves

So... hi? Tumblr is insane. So hard to keep up with. Am contemplating jumping accounts, and setting up one where I can just have a very filtered follower list, the people that I need to keep up with even when I can't keep up. Or something. I'm not sure.

Three weeks old tomorrow.

And I’ve lost my heart to a tiny ginger.

Teeny tiny toe beans are the best toe beans! Especially when they’re pink.

IDK how this much cute is allowed to exist in one house.

There is too much cute in my house. I may explode.

I cannot handle the cute with this litter. Just... gah.

Future opera star.

(Foster kittens are five days old today. Eee!)

Didn’t think so.)

Toe beans! Tiny toe beans. Good gods, is there any part of a tiny kitten that *isn’t* adorable?

More three-day-old foster kittens. Because... kittens.

I’m all flaily-hands over them. All tabbies - two cream, one ginger, one grey, and one black. And mama-kitty is super-affectionate and is letting me handle her babies, so that means they’ll be really well socialised from day one. Well, day three. :D

(My new fosters. A mama-kitty and her five teeny, brain-meltingly adorable kittens. They’re three days old today.)

I brought home a three-compartment box for the cats to share, but Pickle promptly claimed it as his own.

Just Pickle lazing around on a rainbow blankie.