Mama isn't too sure about the French doors. She and Simba spent a great deal of time staring each other down through the glass.
Clay and Willie Rae discuss how much bigger the accommodations are down here. And while the accommodations are much larger, look at how much smaller the kittens are!
Willie Rae wandered the room with all of her fur standing at attention... not quite a floof suit, but not her regular duds either.
Florence decided that hanging on to the fuzzy pajama pants seemed like the safest course of action. (Please disregard the socks... they will be garbage very soon)
Her brothers and sisters agreed that the pajama pants were not only safe, but comfy too. It would be at this point that I detected purring for the first time from one of them (That would be Lionel).
I purchased a pop-up dog kennel for the corner of their room and filled it with their favorite blankets, hoping they would take it as a substitute for their linen closet. They did go in for a while, but unless Mama was willing to stay and feed them... they didn't stay for very long.
"Oh lovely... You found me."
I left them alone to adjust for the remainder of the evening. Hopefully they'll relax and provide better photo opportunities tomorrow.