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It’s probably just wishful thinking on my part, but Reverb DOES seem to feel a bit better. Instead of spending all his time up in the cat tree, he’s been hanging out on the couch AND politely requesting that I pet him. I’m looking forward to seeing his true personality emerge in the next few days. (PS: Reverb pie! My favorite!)
“Trying to nap here, lady,” says Reese.
I just love Whiskey’s gorgeous classic tabby markings.
Mimosa considers her next move.
“Whatcha doin’ down there, lady?” wonders Fizz.
Mimosa the couch potato.
It’s really hard to get pictures of the kittens snuggled up in the wall beds, because when I walk into the room they immediately jump down and come to me. Which is not really something to complain about, I know, but I would like to get a picture of kittens snuggling!
Spritz and Rum having a meeting I wasn’t invited to.
Whiskey and Rum hanging out.
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Rocco on his heated bed, getting some respite from the frigid (70ºF) outside temperatures. What a rough life he leads, am I right?
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
Fizz has really perfected that Mister Innocent look, hasn’t he? Like we don’t know he’s full to the brim of shenanigans and nonsense.
Rum and Reverb really like that cat tree (this whole bunch has really taken to that tree – there’s always one or two kittens on it.)
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Reese epitomizes the word “scamper,” I swear. And I’m pretty sure that never once in his entire life has it occurred to Fizz that his presence might not be welcome. (Though if it DID occur to him, I’m not sure he’d care.)
Fizz recommends the Rum ears. They’re very tender and flavorful!
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Mimosa has a favorite toy… and she’s NOT sharing!
Reese is NOT kidding around! (She looks so serious for such a floofy little goofball.)
Good night innernets. (Mimosa)
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Previously
2025: Tina says “What if – and just hear me out, now – you turned the blanket on HIGH instead of this ridiculous “low” nonsense?”
2024: Some hero worship going on there, I think.
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: Moira Rose is not pregnant. Moira Rose is a big ol’ faker.
2020: Gabrielle gave me a smile before we left Petsmart.
2019: Looking loonified on the rock wall.
2018: Happy 1st birthday to the screened porch!
2017: No entry.
2016: “MY basket, lady. You get your own!”
2015: Teef. I see a little row of little teef.
2014: They looked at us and said “We never SAID we were stuck. You just assumed!”
2013: “What can I say? I’m lubbable.”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: They sure are kissable, these kittens.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Moonman has seriously come out of his shell. (Note: “Moonman” is now “Joe Bob”!)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.