Yesterday Ty and me picked up the kitten. 90 kilometers to drive and a bundle of "meww,mewwwww!" in a box on my lap.
One hour never felt sooo long. Nerves: wrecked.
It's impossible to get a proper pic of both when they are dashing around. Therefore one pic with nasty flashlight.
The grey striped buddy is Treadle, the little red one Hannibal. Treadle is shy and mostly a copycat of Hannibal's actions. His favourite game though: digging for hours in the cat's toilet like "Bob The Builder".