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.

He does!!  Really!  It’s why he so damned hard to photograph, and why he’s always conspicuously absent from my thought provoking Kitten-Pic Posts!

Anyway, if you look very closely, you can see that he has beautiful dark blue eyes.

Or, at least, that’s what this Tinycat appears to be thinking.  Seriously.  The Twerp went at his paw in much the same manner as I go at a Big Mac.

Actually, in the second picture, he appears to be blowing you a kiss.  Because you’re just that special.

Anyway, speaking of what kittens like to eat, at what age should they be moving to solid food instead of suckling at MamaCat?  Advice will be appreciated.  Thanks!!