The cats are all well.  I’ve given up trying to trap Sneaky for now.  The near miss from two weeks ago seems to have made her more cautious than she had been.  We’ll just have to take our chances.  She and Peaches are inseparable, even coming to the food bowl together and pushing each other around while they gobble up the relatively sparse offering it gives them.

I have not seen Little Orange since that one day in early January.  I do not know where she hangs out, but I’m thankful to know she’s out there, and she looked healthy when I saw her.  She’s taking care of herself, however she’s doing it.

Lady, Ajax, Natasha, and Tarzan are all doing well.  The kittens adore the boys; they steer clear of Lady (who usually punches them when she sees them); and they respect Natasha, who does her best to ignore them.

Floyd is still a wondrous, lovable, impish charmer.  He is the only one who has crawled into my lap on his own.  I think he’ll fit with anyone who wants him.  He’s discovered the doors three doors leading out of the kitchen and parlor and wants to explore beyond them — especially to the rest of the house.  If we were keeping them, they’d have full run of the house by now.  In fact, when I head to San Antonio for a week in early February, we’ll experiment with just that (it’s a smaller house with fewer hiding places).

The only thing really stopping full house access is Rossie, who still hides from us most of the time.  She has taken to sitting about three-four feet behind my computer chair, so I think she wants something but doesn’t know how to let herself ask.  Perhaps in due time.  She’s very much a feral cat, but I think she desperately wants to be a house kitty.  For now, there are too many hiding places for a scared kitty, and I need to be able to find her.  For now, she has a drawer she’s found a way to get into that seems to give her that hiding place.  It took me a while to find her there, but now that I know about it, I can leave her to her privacy most of the time. I’m most worried about an adoptive home for her.  She’ll need someone who understands her and has a lot of patience.  Definitely no kids.

Delta is a big rag doll kitty.  If I get off my computer chair, she’s usually curled up on it when I come back.  I can hold her, and she is just there.  I’m not sure how she’d respond to kids, but maybe she’d let them haul her around and dress her up.

Ruby is the runt and very spunky.  She’s putting on a little weight, but she’s still small.  I think she’ll adopt pretty well, too.  That said, there’s a part of me that wants to see all four of them still there at the end of their week to two week adoption window.  But I don’t think that would really be best for them.

This is how the four of them relate with me.  Unfortunately, they are less tolerant of my cat whisperer husband, so that also raises questions in my mind about how adoptable they will be.  If I’m the only one they will allow to work with them, then that’s not too helpful.