Duck is also as cute as they come.
Notice the pot belly? He likes to eat. It’s his favorite sport, next to sitting in my lap and purring. He’d better turn evil soon or I might have to keep him. That is the secret to successful fostering for me: at about 2 months old, just when the kittens get ready physically to go back, they turn evil. They run amok, hiding from me when I try to put them away. They break things. And they poop behind my desk. This one refuses to be that way, and it’s making trouble for me.
I’m just happy that they all seem well. Yea kittens!