Then we had the little gems. They were found in a log pile and name Wood, Stick and Log. My response to that was "No." and I renamed them Onyx, Jasper and Coral.
Onyx & Jasper
Onyx and Coral
Coral liked the high places - on the top of the dresser, on top of the china cabinet - but a quiet demeanor would let you pluck her off without any collateral damage. There were many, many black kittens that year, and they were on adoption for several weeks. Onyx almost broke my heart when I visited the shelter during volunteer day and he reached out of the cage with both arms.
Coral was the last to be adopted, but she found the perfect family, I was told. Two gentlemen who fell in love with her and she probably has them wrapped around her little toe.
The last two of the season happened late, and only because the shelter had a case of ring-worm and immediately emptied out the shelter's kitten room to disinfect it and get all the kittens out and quarantined. I got the two shy ones as I'm one of the foster parents with experience with socializing shy kittens. Gracie and Camille. Both long-haired and the sweetest little ones - well, little compared to my two - they were already 6 + months.
Gracie
it was definitely around Christmas time as the hats came out.
Camille was not happy with the hat.
Camille also loved the high perches - that's on top of the dresser.
Gracie in a cuddle puddle with my two.
Both girls were adopted right off, even though Gracie, I understand, would not come out from under the chair in the adoption room. I also got Gracie back a couple weeks after she was adopted as she did not get along with the family cat - more like they did not do a proper introduction and the family cat did not get along with Gracie. After a couple weeks with me over Christmas, she found the perfect family that saw all the cuddle puddle photos I sent along and understood that she was a shy cat but would integrate into the clowder if proper introductions were made.