Guard

Lola's getting more and more intense in her motherhood. Each time I approach the kittens, she trots over, hops in the box and curls herself around her spawn while looking at me warningly. This is code orange. When I bring out the camera, she kind of goes to code red, and will lie on top of the kittens in an apparent attempt to hide them. This makes me feel, at least momentarily, like the paparazzi that spent a year desperately trying to get a shot of baby Suri.

Meanwhile, the kittens have started to open their eyes, and seem to be growing at a rapid pace--especially their heads. The cuteness levels have doubled in the past few days, and if I can't document it with the camera I may need to write a poem instead.