I had my pick of a few different sets. One had coccidia so bad it was leaking out of them. I probably should have taken those as I could do them the most good, but I wanted an easy set. There was another set of black and black and white kittens that just came in from another shelter. They were cute and all but were also having some ... output issues. There was a beautiful tuxie mom with two black and white kittens and one tiger kitten. Unfortunately they were feral. The tiger ended up in a separate cage and no one knew why. The poor thing shook when I looked at him. They were also four months old (or maybe a bit older) and it might have taken me the rest of the season to gain their trust - if it could be done at all. It broke my heart to turn them down because I know their outlook isn't great (PTS isn't out of the question, but they have a lot more options to go through first)
But I picked this set. They think they'll only need a week or two till they put on weight. I think they'll make weight before that, but I'll probably keep them that long to work on their confidence.
Since I wasn't sure if i was bringing the last set back or not I didn't clean the room before bringing these guys in. So I set them up in the top half of the cage and go to cleaning. It took me an hour and the kittens fell asleep waiting for me. Mom, however, was more then a little freaked out. she wanted some place to hide, but since there wasn't any place there she just hunkered down. She was just a little freaked... meaning you knew she wanted to hide, but there was no real outside manifestation of it.
After an hour and a half of cleaning, getting new litter boxes set up, bleaching, scrubbing, removal of trash and laundry and setting up new bowls for food/water etc, they finally made it out of the cage. The three kittens came out first, then I went to Mom carefully. I took way more caution then was needed - since you never know with a cat you've never really dealt with. She is OK, she just really hates anything new. When I patted her I was rewarded with "elevator butt" so high she looked like a 6 inch high heal shoe! So I picked her up and put her on the floor. I stood up and turned around and was faced with a completely empty room. They all bolted for under the couch.
I went out to the movies and then went and sat with them for a while. Mom kept herself under the couch while we enticed the kits out and about with toys. The darkest red kitten is a boy, and he is like his mom in that he's slower to accept new things. The darker red kitten is a girl. She is very much like her mom and tried to stay as far away from me as she could. The few times I encroached she had "words" for me with her eyes.. The buff kitten is a boy. He was wary for a bit, then his goofballness (and yes I just made up that word and yes it fits him very well) decided it would not be contained. If he was going to die he was going to be having fun while it happened :)
They all have the very distinct facial structure of an oriental short hair.
Names.. oh what to call them??!!?