Did someone say kittens?

Six or Eight weeks ago my wife, Ann Mary, brought home a cat and her kittens from the shelter where she volunteers. It is mamma Cinderella's (or Cici's) first kindle of kittens and we are now fostering them. 

Originally, there were six (WOW!). The smallest stopped feeding from mamma Cici and from our attempts to bottle feed her and passed away within a few days of coming under our care. That was heart breaking, I don't even have a picture of her. The two littlest survivors, named Burt and Ernie, have cerebellar hypoplasia. That's Burt, top left, wondering if it's lunch again. He's keeping up with his siblings weight wise as well as determination wise. He still can't walk but has not let that slow him down.  

Bottom right (and left) is Princess, the big sister. She has no fear and is sure to be at the center of any trouble happening in the nursery. Above her is her brother and co-conspirator, Elmo. Anything Princess can do, Elmo can do too (even if he can't do it yet). Bottom left are (from left to right) Abbie Cadabby and Ernie. Abbie is very much a middle child; independent self assured, but not in any hurry to join in the trouble her older siblings are planning, unless it looks like a lot of fun. 

Ernie is the littlest and requires the most care right now. He's very frustrated that he's not as ambulatory as his older siblings, or at least his cries sound to me like "Guys, wait up, I wanna play too". For now, both Bert and Ernie are both on 6 hour bottle feeding as they can't stand still well enough to eat solids from the plate, something the older siblings have just started doing. Burt has started using the box like his older siblings but being a wobbly kitty, tends to get covered in stinky sand. Something his mamma is not very happy about, yuk!