Batman and Harper Row are brother and sister. They're about 10-11 weeks old. They were quite dirty when I got them. Harper had pebbles stuck to her fur. Batman has tar or asphalt on his feet. Their whites also weren't too white and they felt pretty gritty.
Upon arrival, the other kittens immediately introduced themselves. I love these guys. It doesn't matter who or what I put in their room. They're all very hospitable and accommodating. Unfortunately, Batman and Harper were a little overwhelmed with all the changes in their environment. They were not receptive to making new friends. The old crew didn't let it faze them and went on their merry way. I liken this scene of old kittens meeting the new kittens to Toy Story 3, where the toys first find themselves at the day care center and the old toys run towards them with the welcome "New toys!"
Two days later, I rounded up everyone, including Ike from upstairs, for a photo shoot with KrisKreativ at Feline Rescue. The new kittens Batman and Harper Row had to endure a car ride with the other kittens. I drive a Mini Cooper and could only fit three carriers in the car. I couldn't segregate the new ones from the old ones. Due to the forced time together in the carrier, Batman and Harper finally got over being scared of the other kittens. They now play and snuggle with the others. Once at the photo studio, Ike was in heaven playing with all the kittens.
In other news, Clyde was removed from the room and placed in quarantine with his sister Annie. He is quite upset about his lack of space. Annie, on the other paw, is quite estatic about having playmate. Clyde's cold is getting progressively worse and I can't have him infecting the other kittens. Since Annie, too, has a cold, it seemed best to combine the two sickies.
Billy the Kid is getting over his cold finally. He still has a runny nose and cough. But for the first time since arriving, he has been mixing it up with the other kittens and became Wrestling Champion of the Room in a matter of an hour (he successfully pinned pretty much every kitten in the room). Winifred, the ex-champion, was not pleased about being dethroned. Billy loves, loves, loves to be petted. He's not keen on sitting on my lap and can often be seen sitting right next to me.
A couple of the kittens were sneezing the other night so they've been getting an antibiotic. I want to nip this cold in the bud so that it doesn't spread to the others. You'll probably see me grab a couple of them to give them medicine.
So order has returned to the room. Batman and Harper have settled in quite nicely. All of the kittens love to play with everyone else, blurring litter lines. They do tend to have a favorite playmate but I love how they don't care whom they're playing with. Everybody mixes it up.