I figure if Hollywood can make a movie Eight Heads in a Duffle Bag then it wouldn’t be any less appropriate to title today’s article, Six Heads in a Bowl. Okay, so there are only three in this picture; but a moment or so earlier all six Hobo Grandkittens were lapping away at the same time, it took a while to get the camera.
Lucy’s been spoiling them each morning with fresh milk with an egg tossed in for good measure after they’ve had breakfast on the veranda. We’ve done our best to respect their privacy; but it’s time to give them all names and it would be a shame to hang a name like Hank or Killer on some dainty little feminine feline kitty. We think there are two male and four female; could be wrong but that’s the way it looks since two of them are growing much larger than the others.
The little orange fuzz ball with white patches is named Jaws. Our oldest daughter picked her up when she didn’t want to get picked up and got bit; hence the name Jaws. The other orange kitten is almost twice as big, maybe we should call it Orca.
There are two Iron Workers , one male and one female; both need better names than just Iron workers. The little female Iron Worker is the most aggressive of all the Grandkittens, fast with her paws when treats are being distributed so she gets more than her fair share.
Then we still have the two brown fuzz balls; one of them we named Puddin’ Head as she likes being the center of attention, purring and wanting to be picked up and cuddled. Mark Twain’s writings must have had an influence on me to come up with a name like that. There’s your Hobo Kitty update as of September 1, 2010.