The Thugs: growing like weeds

 At this point in time, Silk and Velvet were about five months old and just full of trouble.

Some of their favourite spots were now getting to be a little cramped for both of them to hang out on.

This sequence of pictures of Silk are some of my favourites.  Just him chilling in a plastic bin.

Here he notices me taking pictures and gives me a look like "What are you doing, creeper?"

"No paparazzi!"

Silk and Velvet decided that these ugly green blinds just had to go.

Here is Silk giving me his best "I'm innocent" look.  I got that look a lot.

Cozy.

My worktable.  I discovered that having a couple of empty bins kept them from lying right in the middle of what I was doing.  However, the bins were no help in protecting me from a low-flying housefly.  

Picture, if you will, me sitting at my worktable with a freshly opened can of Coke at my right hand.  The table is covered in tiny bits and pieces of plastic models, with an open bin with more than a dozen compartments filled with carefully sorted tiny bits and pieces at my left hand.  

Suddenly, a housefly zooms by my head, right at eye level.  Followed almost immediately by two lanky and energetic kittens, scrambling in a mad dash in an attempt to catch the fly.

There was what can only be called an explosion, an eruption, a cataclysmic paroxysm of plastic bits and pieces, Coke, and cat fur.  They didn't catch the fly.

"It was like this when I got here."

I think they were about six months old in this picture.  Look at how long Velvet is, yet it still hadn't really sunk in just how big they were going to be.