First night with the kittens

...not an especially restful night. After we had them safely ensconced, I took a shower and then set about cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. I sat with J in the computer room while he worked to give the kitties some quiet time (with the tv on, so they'll start getting used to hearing human voices). About two hours later, he goes to check on them and is all, "Christina? Uh, we seem to be missing a kitten!" Our room is not especially large, so I'm like "what?" After looking for about three minutes, we found the grey one squeezed in a two inch gap between a box of J's diabetes supplies and the bottom of my bureau. We left it there, not wanting to further traumatize the poor dear.

We went to bed at about 11, totally freaking exhausted. All was well until about 3am, when four things happened: a) my coworker, drunk as a skunk, began to make a whole lotta noise, b) one kitty began to run back and forth behind the vertical blinds, causing them to slap slap slap everywhere, c) the other started to cry, and d) one or both started to eat the dry food.

I'm pretty much going to leave them alone today, and for a few more days. They need to get used to hearing our voices, but that's about as far as I'm going to push it, save feeding them so they start to associate me as a caregiver. Once they stop giving me the kitten death glare, I'll see about handling them (and your suggestions have been great).

I'll answer comments later... right now, I have a ton of work to do.