Kittens and the sweetness thereof (yes, title knock-off)

Last night my roommate, (Chawn who is slightly girly, mainly because Chawn is a girl) and I got kittens. Little eight week old fluff balls who are slightly timid, but after coming out of their shells a bit, completely psycho freakazoids. Now here is our dilemma. Although we have named our kittens Matteo (Chawn) and Cloud (I should never have watched Advent Children while searching for a name), we are now completely unsure if our little bundles of craziness are boys or girls. Yes, I can hear you now (*cough* Jamie *cough*) "how can you not know? Little boys have family jewels....girls don't" or something along those lines. I'm sure a friend of mine or two could actually give me a speech down to the latin, but I've never been that clever, and Jamie just tends to be a hair this side of genuis, so I choose not to accept her latin and instead to deliver upon her this pathetic explaination: they are really really furry. I mean, Chawn and I checked. We're not completely morons...well mayb- no. We're not. It's just that these cats have an extreme case of pubic fur, and there's no telling if the cats are crazy little girls, or aggressive little boys. Either way though, my heart has gone out to little Cloud, and Matteo is no slouch in stealing hearts himself-herself-itself? Be forewarned to anyone meeting these two little lovemuffins. They will steal your soul. And probably give it to their mom/aunt. Eh, Chawn? More strangeness yet to come.