For a time, the TinyCats merely languished: lying about, mewling, suckling at MamaCat.  Layabouts!

Imagine my surprise today when I walked in on Olympic Games taking place!  (Kittens apparently become active very quickly.)

Here are pictures of the Wrasslin’ Matches:

Here are pictures of the Hide-and-Seek Event:

The Chew-the-Bag Competition!

The Staring Contest With The Human!!  (TinyCat won.)

Stalking the Human’s Foot!  (Then fleeing when he turns around.)

The necessary rest after the events:

I apparently look like an abuser, because the TinyCats often flinch when I move my hand near them.  Which is sad, because I do want to be their friend.  Anyway, in order to avoid the Mysterious Terror of the Moving Hand, they are prone to hiding under The Leg, which they have decided is quite safe, and a refuge.  (See the first pic below.)

They also love The Sneaker.  They approach it quickly and repeatedly.  They sniff it.  They are regaled by it.  One thing that I would never advise any living creature to do is smell my sneakers, but the TinyCats are strange animals.