Yesterday evening Tina decided she would shield Ginny with a sheet so I could go in and pick Toby up. For some reason she growls at Tina, but never gets aggressive with her. I suspect Ginny equates me with hospital torture, which I guess is understandable.
So we went in, Tina did her sheet trick, and here's Toby!
Of course Mia had to be involved.
Toby wasn't scared at all. In fact, I think he remembers me. As soon as I picked him up he started sniffing my fingers and then settled into my hands. I held him close, nuzzled him with my nose and he relaxed even more, closing his eyes for a nap.
I'm stunned at how big Toby's gotten in just two weeks. He's as big as some of the white litter kittens when they were 6 weeks old, except he can't walk yet. And he's got THE biggest feet I've ever seen on a baby kitten:
And I'm willing to bet he'll be as big as, if not bigger, than Billy:
We only kept Toby out for a total of 10 minutes, so as not to piss Ginny off too much:
I really need to get in that room with a vacuum. Ginny's tossed litter everywhere.
So that's the update! Toby was very comfortable with us, which was nice. He was very aware of Tina and me from the moment we went into the guest room. He watched everything we did and when we held him, he looked at his surroundings. I'm sure he probably liked the stimulation. Being the only kitten sitting behind a bookshelf all day can't be that much fun.