The girls didn’t do anything photogenic this week, so it’s back to the vault for more When Bella Was Still a Kitten pics. (This might be an ongoing theme over the next few weeks, as we’re apartment hunting and there’s a good chance we’re leaving Williamsburg for DUMBO. So if posting seems a bit late and erratic lately, it’s because we’re off doing our best to make sure our next home doesn’t wind up in a dingy, depressing hellhole. Which is all the L line neighborhoods seem to be offering these days. Le sigh.)

So, this was taken when Bella had not quite yet emerged from her scraggly little orphan phase but still looks a hell of a lot better than when we first got her (I’ll probably post that next week, so you can all see how far she’s come) and there’s Pollywog’s maternal instincts on display. I feel bad for Polly, who was supposed to be the baby sister (RIP Sophie), and who not only wound up getting her head tackled by a hyperactive infant feline on a regular basis, but mouthfuls of thick, shaggy Bella wool, too. Although the way she goes trotting after the little one, ready to dole out some horseplay of her own, I don’t think she minds too much.