These little sweeties greeted us upon our return from The Hot Place (Washington, DC, not hell) (and yes, I might always call it that for the rest of my life. It was 108 and it was an outdoor vacation.). My people tried their hardest to convince me that these little balls of fur needed to live with us forever and if I thought that Chesty might have let them live in peace I might have caved. Seriously, look at these faces! Thankfully the Deadwylers caved first ("I'll just pick up one bag of cat food...") and instantly those kittens had a forever family. And Chesty would love a chance to try and "get along" with his new neighbors, but alas, their tree climbing skills are fully developed (good thing for them).