Who needs to meet the 3 week old foster kittens? You know you all do. Let’s get started.

Disclaimer: all ridiculous names chosen by the 10 and 8 year old, literally the two worst at naming things.

Let’s start with Cupid, so named for a spot on her butt that vaguely looks like a heart. This poor Momma is FREAKIN EXHAUSTED. They didn’t give me any background on her. She’s skin and bones, but super affectionate so maybe lost not feral? Regardless, she is a queen

Up next is Brave. Brave was the first one out of the crate to investigate us. Very very busy, excuse me please.

Then there is Veronica. Veronica would throw you an incredible destination bachelorette party, but would yell at literally every person who cat called. Always needs to speak to your manager.

This is Joe. Joe is happy to be here, but always unclear on exactly what they’re supposed to be doing next. Sure would appreciate some reassurance that they didn’t come to the wrong place.

Sigh. This is Phantom. Momma and siblings are doing a semi-shun of this little person. Keeping a close eye on this one.

This is Dottie. We thought Dottie was a chonk, but it’s just fluff. Too much to do to have their picture taken. Places to go, people to see. Screams when poops.

Finally, Savage. Will wreck you. Very into parkour. Also will make you hold them like a baby until they fall asleep. Watch your step.