Storm Warning

Here's Cyclone learning how to take selfies, one of the cornerstones of kitten socialization. She is already letting me pick her up from a standing position. Well, until tonight. Team Headquarters is in a hall bathroom, and lately I have extended their domain to the hallway so they have more room to sprint and play. While I was in the sewing room, they stormed the barricade to the stairway and ventured downstairs unchaparoned.

Needless to say, they freaked out. Which means they hid. Cyclone is conflicted in these situations because it seems that kittens hide waiting for their mother to find them. So when I found her, I easily enticed her out with baby food, picked her up and took her back upstairs. When left by herself in the bathroom, however, she was quite upset and was mewing up a storm (so to speak). This was the first time I had heard her mew.

Typhoon is still the most cautious, but he does venture out in the hallway to play even when I'm there. He licks baby food off of my fingers and just this morning investigated my hand on his own and touched it with a paw.

He joined the exploration of downstairs and I found him hiding in the laundry room behind the dryer. I put a carrier on one end of his escape route and went to the other side. He chose the carrier. So I took him upstairs to join his sister.

Hurricane is fond of my lap and is now also fond of being petted. A lot. She just melts and starts to purr. And her fur is incredibly soft. However, she is still wary of me when I am standing, and I haven't yet worked with her on being lifted. So for her, I had to make a barricade so that when she ran away from me, her only option was to run back upstairs. Once she was up in the upstairs hallway, she was more than willing to join her brother and sister back at Team Headquarters. I will join them soon with baby food to hear their rebuke and learn the consequences of my negligence.