The little family of mum Hobbs and her three kittens – all now bigger than their mum – Mouse, Buster and George. They live with me as friends, entertainers, tormentors, comforters and decorators, but I must stress that we are not related: they are not my furbabies, I am not their mummy… They are officially the happiest cats in Romania, with their own rubber stamp of approval stamped all over the house. All over…
Waiting for breakfast. ‘If you don’t feed us now, we’ll eat you.’
Fearless kitten Hobbs, reporting for fun
Hungry Hobbs, five weeks old and skinny as a lizard
Recyclable kittens, two days old
George Mallory Cat on his first day outside, getting a lesson from mum in how to get down from the tree
Buster diving through a hole in the shed roof
George, idiot.
Hobbs, Queen of Carpathians
Hobbs inside, snow outside.
Buster serenading a butterfly
Fana Horse is wondering what to make of this small bold kitten
Mouse gets a wash from her little brother George
George can’t resist the temptation of food – especially someone else’s
Cats lounging on leopard print rug. where else?
Brotherly love. Buster and George are close companions
Better. Mouse in bed heaven
Mouse was not pleased with snow. She has to go out to pee, and she is outside – by a centimetre
Snooze after lunch. Hobbs is now swamped by her giant offspring but still feeding them
Mouse always has something to say
Buster has strong views
George has no dignity. No bones, either, apparently.
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