The larger kitten is Paulie the only one of 2 that survived from an earlier litter of 6 that I can touch and pick up. I try to find them when they are little and get them used to me so I can give them medi and such. The mom moves and hides them if I spend too much time with them though The other large kitten outside in the grass has no name and runs if I get too close. I'm surprised I got a photo.
I'll throw in a photo of HF my oldest hen. Her name is Henryetta's Friend (long story) but I call her HF
She is a buff orpington. She likes to eat the foam packing peanuts I put down under the kittens.