About Those Clovers...

 I don't know their backstory, but I do know these three little Clovers came into the shelter on Friday looking a little scrawny and sickly. One of the doctors took them home over the weekend to keep an eye on them, and they returned with her on Monday looking much better.

I can't quite tell how old these three are. Judging by their size and weight, they seem about three weeks, but developmentally they seem more like four.

They've all transitioned to solid foods and have absolutely no interest in taking a bottle. Each meal is met with great enthusiasm, they seem nearly manic, and no scrap is left behind. No one stays focused on their own dish. they climb over their siblings to push them out of the way to sample from the other bowls. Every meal is a an eating competition.

And when they're done eating, oh my, they are a mess. Myron is the worst. He manages to get covered literally from head to toe with kitten food, and always needs a little more scrubbing than his sisters do.  The girls usually require a face wash and a wipe-down from elbows to paws.  I look forward to the end of this phase.

Their bellies are nice and round,  and they're all gaining weight. So far, everyone seems healthy and we hope that will continue.

You can see a little bit of their personalities taking shape. Trixie and Ramona are definitely the most outgoing. Myron is the quietest, but by no means shy. Everyone purrs. All are sweet and always happy spending time with us humans.

Charlene and Wylla know they're in the house  and seem eager to meet them. That, of course, will have to wait until quarantine is up in two weeks.