Oh yeah!

Last night after we got home from a funeral in West Virginia*, we cuddled up on the sofa with those kittens.  Allen must be the Kitten Whisperer, because he got that orange boy purring RIGHT OFF THE BAT. 

Purring is an enormous step for feral kittens, because it breaks the fear cycle.  Orange Boy purred up a STORM, so loud that Tabby Girl looked over at him like, "Hey!  Cut it out over there!  We are supposed to hate this!"

Anyway, they are doing really good.  We separated them in different cages this morning, and they don't love it, but I think it's helping Tabby calm down.  Orange is all over the place in his new, bigger cage, playing and climbing and being... well, a kitten.  It's an amazing change.  I hope Tabby comes around soon.  Keep your fingers crossed.

*Allen's grandma died.  She was pretty old, and she went fairly quickly. We rallied the troops and made a family appearance to support Allen's mom.