It appears that someone has adopted the black and white kitten that would come and visit. His mom and three brothers all still hang out around our place. It still drives me crazy that I can't go outside and play with them, but I understand that mom and dad have their reasons. One of the black kitten was favoring his front left paw tonight. Mom's afraid he may have broken or sprained it. Dad thinks it's more of a bruise, judging by the way they were practicing their pouncing last night.