Opie is such the gentleman. He is the biggest kitten of the bunch and will let the other little-ones suck on his fur since they don’t have a mamma. Sometimes, when he emerges from the sleeping kitten-pile, he looks as though he’s been through a car wash.
Roscoe is a sensitive, innocent, little boy. He’s not a rascal at all. We just call him “Rascally Roscoe” because it sounds cute. He likes to watch our aquarium DVD, although I’m not sure if he should sit so close to the TV.
Kibble is a gentleman like his brother Opie. He also used to let the little-ones suck on his fur, but he doesn’t tolerate that much anymore. Kibble likes to purr, often for no apparent reason. I guess he’s just a happy guy.
Gracie has a beautiful spirit. She is gentle, polite, tolerant, patient and accepting. She seems the type that would make a good mother – but we will make sure that doesn’t happen.
Ah the artful Dodger, always confidant and exuberant, even as a tiny fellow. And no – Dodger has never been to New York or seen a baseball game. But, I suspect that he might look smashing in a blue and white striped ball cap.
We originally thought Abigail was a boy, so we named her Oliver because she looks similar to Dodger. When we discovered our mistake, we tried out the name Olivia for awhile, but that didn’t quite fit. No – she’s an Abby Girl.