This morning I woke up about 5am, when John climbed up on the bed for a snuggle. Now, this by itself is not unusual. He often wants a hug while DH is getting ready for work, I think partly to fill the time while he is waiting for breakfast. But this morning he came back to the bedroom a second time, quite insistent, and walked out making his "where's Mom?" sound. I know that sound, first heard almost a year ago in the middles of the first nights after he came to live with me. He kept it up until I joined him at the scratching post, a favorite play area for both bigs and littles the past two weeks. Cricket joined us there for a game of chase-the-mouse-on-the-string. Do they miss the kittens?
I finally caught a good clip of John grooming Tempest on our last night together, during Couch Potato time. Tempest was the only kitten he wrestled with and groomed. See what you think.