I’m sensing some attitude from Lalo here.
Francesca’s all “Tryin’ to nap here, lady.”
In the interest of keeping things exciting, Nacho’s sitting in front of the OTHER window instead of the one with the hammock.
Oh that Saul. I could just squoosh him.
Saul, Francesca and Mike on top of the little scratcher, with Lalo in the background enjoying that nice comfy bed.
Gus, out cold.
Mike joined Lalo (and Gus and Saul) in the comfy bed. Look how BIG Mike’s ears are all of a sudden.
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Jake’s scheming, loonily.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Mama says “You wanted a fish taco? Too bad. The truck is CLOSED ’til I feel like working again.”
These little goobers LOVE to snooze on top of that little cat tree/scratcher. From left: Francesca, Gus and Lalo.
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Nacho and Gus have excellent jumps. I love how they jump before the toys get anywhere near them!
Oh look! It’s Nacho in the window hammock again! (I would hang a bird feeder out there for her, but the roof to the front porch is right under the window, and the last thing I need is discarded seed lying there and attracting rodents.)
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Mike has a happy (oh, that purrr) and Saul and Lalo have a sleepy. (The other kittens, at my feet, were following mama around hoping to nurse.)
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Watching Francesca play. I love it when she leaps!
Good night innernets. (Lalo and Saul)
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Previously
2021: No entry.
2020: I mean, 9 in one picture isn’t bad, right?
2019: No entry.
2018: Pulley says “I couldn’t help it, he was tasty!”
2017: Stardust and Phoenix and the Open Mouth of Outrage: coming soon to a theater near you! (I think it’s a thriller.)
2016: No entry.
2015: Ambercup – from 3 weeks to 3 months.
2014: No entry.
2013: “Melfi, smell this paw. Doesn’t it smell funny?”
2012: I love that Magoo, just love him to death.
2011: Spanky (and Elwood!) Wednesday.
2010: Blog vacation.
2009: “I would have expected a much higher-pitched scream,” I said to Fred, and then I laughed until I cried.
2008: Marion, the torbie of hissiness.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No, we aren’t adopting him ( <—–LIE)