Continued from an earlier post

Mochuisle, an excellent mama, left the kittens only to eat, drink, use the box and to get petted by me. No ingrate, she. Here they are at 6 days.

Soon after, perhaps tired of strangers crouching in front of her home to peer in with a flashlight, she moved her family to a less trafficked spot under the packing table in back.  This made it easy for me to set up barriers to confine the kittens so they would not get underfoot in the store.

I decided early on to keep the mama.  For the rest it was “Buy a map, get a free kitten!” Soon I had a waiting list, in case someone changed their mind and did not show up to take theirs.  It was a lot of fun having kittens at the Map Center.

By four weeks they were getting into everything.

The easiest kitten to name was Vincent The Chin, another polydactyl.

I had trouble thinking up a name for Little Cat C, but don’t worry. The person who took him named him Magellan.

Here is their last group portrait.

The calico and the tuxedo with a white nose were adopted by my neighbor who named them Anna and Piano. I still get to see them now and then.

A store cat had seemed like a nice idea, but Mochuisle was so affectionate, she seemed more like a house cat.  When the kittens were gone, I brought her home.   I had planned to give all the kittens away but one of my sons insisted we keep Vincent The Chin.

Good thing. He grew up into a great big Mama’s Boy.

Although he is a scaredy cat who hides when company visits, he can strike a pose with the best of them.