Awwww, what a pair!
DISTURBING INFO FOLLOWING!
That reminds me of a visit to my grandfather's farm in Michigan when I was 5 years old. My mother's old cat Suzy had her usual spring litter of kittens. There was one tiger boy I was especially fond of. I carried him everywhere. I'd leave him in the corner of the big easy chair, and he'd still be there when I came back. I dearly loved that kitten.
When we went back to Denver, of course, we couldn't take the kitten with us. I thought of him a lot, but gradually he kind of slipped my mind. But when fall came, I thought about him and asked my mother what grandpa had done with him, since grandpa tolerated one indoor cat...Suzy.
My mother told me in an offhanded way that she was pretty sure he'd killed it and its siblings, since he had all the barn cats he could support and all the farms around did, too.
This was my first clue that not all kittens grew up to be happy cats in front of the fireplace, and it was NOT a pleasant thing to know.