Kittens, the baby time especially of country cats.
  Kittens.
  Kittenhood, the baby time especially of country cats, is with most the  brightest, sprightliest, and prettiest period of their existence, and  perhaps the most happy. True, when first born and in the earliest era of  their lives, they are blind, helpless little things, dull, weak, and  staggering, scarcely able to stand, if at all, almost rolling over at  every attempt, making querulous, fretful noises, if wakeful or cold, or  for the time motherless. But 'tis not for long; awhile, and she, the  fondest of mothers, is with them. They are nestled about her, or amid  her soft, warm fluffy fur, cossetted with parental tenderness, caressed,  nurtured, and, with low, sweet tones and fondlings, they are soothed  again and again to sleep. They sleep. Noiseless, and with many a  longing, lingering look, the careful, watchful, loving creature slowly  and reluctantly steals away; soon to return, when she and her little  ones are lost "in the land of dreams." And so from day to day, until  bright, meek-eyed, innocent, inquiring little faces, with eager eyes,  peep above the basket that is yet their home. One bolder than the others  springs out, when, scared at its own audacity, as quickly, and oft  clumsily, scrambles back, then out in and out, in happy, varied, wild,  frolicsome, gambolsome play, they clutch, twist, turn, and wrestle in  artless mimicry of desperate quarrelling; the struggle over, in  liveliest antics they chase and rechase in turn, or in fantastic mood  play; 'tis but play, and such wondrous play bright, joyous, and light;  and so life glides on with them as kittens frisky, skittish, playful  kittens.
    