Unfortunately, we only have pictures of the kitties under the bed. They are incredibly skiddish. Hell, they are flat out terrified of everything. We're working hard to gain their trust, but it's a long and not very fun journey. Chris and I have been throwing around possible names for them, but we agreed not to pick any yet since we don't really know or like them much right now. haha We really want to like them, but they are masters of keeping their distance.Today we had a weird experience. Chris and I were under the bed trying to play with them, and we thought it was going well. Chris got the black and white one purring even. He was just kind of petting and scratching the scruff on its back and it really was enjoying it. So then he tried it with the black one, and he fell over on his side and seemed to like it too. But then the black and white one tried to play with the black one. He started biting his neck and the black one just laid there. Didn't fight back or anything. Chris tried to get the black one to move and he was totally unresponsive. Didn't do a thing when Chris picked him up, either. His body was limp, his eyes wide open. You can imagine what we thought. So Chris pulled him out from under the bed and put him on his lap. He moved his head a little, so we figured out he was still alive. Chris just kept petting him and he slowly started to revive. It was unbelievable. I haven't the slightest clue as to what happened to him. If he passed out or if that's a defense mechanism, like playing dead. Or if he was actually paralyzed with fear. I dunno.
So I guess we just have to be patient and keep a close eye on them. I never would have guessed these little guys would be so much work just to get them somewhat normal. Poor kitties.