Okay, first of all, an apology for this terrible photo. It more tells a story than shows adorable tiny-ness. Husband and I came home tonight from our first burger escapade, in a hurry to settle in for the season premier of the Sopranos. I was standing in the kitchen, negotiating treats with the rest of the kitties, and I heard a lot of mewing. Loud mewing. As the tinies are usually confined to our bedroom, directly above the kitchen, this raucous sounded very close. I walked through the hall and was greeted with this - a tiny on every stair. I should mention that the tinies, while adventurous, cannot really climb stairs. They can tumble down the stairs, but they can't get back up. When marooned on a stair they have no option but to sit and cry until rescued. After being photographed, all tinies were rescued and returned to their favorite spots, where they resumed frolicking and general kitten-related romping.