Though I've been in crisis mode lately regarding my mother's hospitalizations, complications, and recent admittance to a rehabilitation facility, there remain some bright spots in my life - those sweet kittens and their darling mama, Kelly. They are thriving in spite of (actually, I'd like to think it's because of) my obsessive hovering. The little elves have begun to bat at each other and their mama. They're unsteady and toddling, so sometimes when they take weak swings at each other, they fall over and flail about for a few seconds until they find their bearings. It's not only funny to watch, it's simply amazing that creatures as small as 12-day-old kittens can interact and play with each other. All of their eyes are open now and I notice their ears perking a bit when I talk to them, so I'm sure they can hear me. I saw one kitten react to Kelly's guttural sounds this morning and he instantly turned from his wandering and found his way back to her. I think I've finally begun to relax a little bit and truly enjoy this experience.