My first priority, however, was to grab the tortie and reunite her with her mates. I finally cornered her under a chair (this kitten moves fast - I call her the red cordial kid) where she was cowering in fright, having come nose-to-nose with my old blue girl. The encounter really seemed to shake her up and on return to her room she just wanted to cuddle down with her mum.
Meanwhile I had a mess on the floor to clean up, with Chioken's help; apparently cottage cheese tastes better off the floor than it does off a plate. The little boy was busily tucking into his mother's meal, and when one of his sisters came too close he held out one paw and growled at her. Such a fierce little tiger!
I never get tired of kittens' antics, even after all these years of breeding.