Yesterday, during my mother's afternoon walk, she discovered a little gaggle of abandoned kittens. Well, not so much a "little" gaggle. She found six of them, all of them orange and fluffy and skinny and covered in fleas.

No one at the animal shelter would pick up, so she ended up taking them home.

Now Bryan and I own four cats, in two matching sets.

One of our new cats had an injury to his left eye and he's partially blind on that side, but the vet says it'll clear up on its own and he may retain a little vision. The other seems to be the big brother of the two. He likes to hiss at the dog and Bryan, but he cuddled up in my lap and napped for awhile so I think he'll be OK.

We're not allowed to introduce Jerome and Louise until tomorrow, since the flea medication the vet administered is still working. Jerome did get a little glimpse of the babies through a baby-gate we're using for quarantine, and she was wagging her tail a little so I'm sure that there'll be a day or two of some minor fighting. Still, I think she's handling it pretty well considering. No fur standing up, no teeth showing. The vet said not to worry about it.

The one-eye is named "Lemon" which is short for "Lee Lemon." Futurama fans will recognize this as the cyclops Leela's alias when she dressed up as a man to thwart Zap Branagan. We're not sure about the other cat. We want to watch him for a few days and see what his personality is like.

Lemon's really affectionate and will pretty much throw his little body onto your hand as soon as you start petting him. Non-Lemon (we've been referring to him as "Player One") is a little more stand-offish but still very sweet once you win his trust. Both like yarn.

There are four more adorable little babies available if anyone in the area is looking, hint hint, Jennifer and Alison. Who doesn't like kittens?