Tuckered out

When you’ve played all morning in the small greenhouse (but it seems big to us) … and Mama’s gone hunting for a mouse … the best thing to do is join a cuddle puddle. purrr… zzz … purrr … zzz …

The four of us are about five weeks old, the humans think. And we have to find homes when we’re big enough, so we’re all practicing our ‘cute.’ But we’ll work on the humans here, so we don’t have to leave our Mama Rosa, or Uncle Pete, or Aunt Nicky, or Big Brother Chicago Whitesox.

Anybody have some ideas for names?