That’s how I’ve been describing the four kittens that arrived via stork last night to the MamaCat that inhabits the parking lot behind my building.  Either that, or “TINYCATS!,” with all the exuberance of age six.

It’s been brought to my attention that I am gaining a reputation as Crazy Cat Man, but I don’t care.

Pictured below are MamaCat and three of my new friends.  The fourth is actually a little black cat (who presumably takes after his father).  I actually only discovered him about an hour ago, because he … hides in the shadows like the tiniest little ninja that ever was.

If I ever succeed in photographing the finger-length assassin, I will post it.