poor sweetie. They like to play in this area behind and beside the sofa that is full with a radiator, a humane trap, and a big folded fake-grass ramp for our arthritic dog. Yesterday, I heard kitten shrieks and found that she had gotten stuck, head first, between the wall and the radiator; her round little belly was too big for her to slide all the way down, but her paws couldn’t back her back up to the top. Fortunately, this radiator hasn’t been hooked up, so I pulled the top away from the wall and she plopped down onto the floor, upright and physically fine. But she couldn’t seem to just walk out of the tight space at the floor, yet she was still terrified of me. Her face had this “oh shit” expression when she realized that her only hope for freedom was me touching her. So I picked her up and put her on my back, bent over, while I made sure Boris wasn’t under there and put the radiator upright again. She froze there for a few moments before fleeing to hide for a little while. Sweet Boris was calling for her until she finally decided that it was safe to emerge from hiding. She’s been playing and her usual self since then.
They've both been climbing up onto the sofa to see me. Boris willingly comes and watches me and will let me pet him briefly. Natasha is still hissy if I look at her, but she allows a little more closeness daily. It’s fun to watch, though they are so soft and fuzzy and cute that it’s really hard not to be able to cuddle them. I’m looking forward to being able to do that.