What a difference a day makes

This morning I had to scoop the kittens out of their little corner and take them to breakfast. By the evening, they were confidant enough to climb on me while I was sitting the the armchair, and then go to sleep. And stay there even when I had to get up.

Yoko has even explored a bit upstairs, wailing piteously all the time as she did so.

Jemima is just being outraged at this home invasion, and if she plucks up the courage to come in, she moves around the place like it was hostile territory.

Yoko and Kamina in a chair