This blurry photo is as close as we can get to the little kittens. Despite their curiosity, they are still total mimics. What Slinky does, they do. You open the door, Slinky dives underneath the porch, and they follow suit like tiny blurred bullets. It's hard not to get frustrated at them. Sometimes I curse them silently underneath my breath. Come ON. Damn! I'm leaving food for you guys. I'm shaking the bag of crunchies to get them used to the sound of food. Each day, Dan and I move the food bowl a little closer to the door, so the Hideaways have to venture out a little further in order to eat. I started off putting the bowl immediately beside the opening of their "cave" underneath the porch. Now it's a few feet away, so they have to eat out in the open. We'll see what happens.
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