I think there were only two in this tangled up bunch. Only eight weeks old but usually a bundle of energy.
I think this time it was was me moving, not the kitten. We have several with this kind of coloring. The pink collar means it is a girl. We have to check the the collars frequently because the kittens grow and the collars don't!
These two were having a good old tussle but when I went up to them they both looked up at me at the same time. Lucky shot.
I will be going in again tomorrow and want to try to get a couple of shots of my favorite one. She is a little shy at first but then ends up snuggled in a soft bed purring loudly while I scratch her ears. Then when I close the door and move away she puts her paws through the bars to bring me back. She doesn't have a name yet. Most of the kittens don't. The new owners name them. I think I'm going to call her Lucy -- not that I'm going to be her new owner, sadly.