12-7-22 Wednesday

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Would you check out that LOOK Kim is giving Nacho? She’s all “Why haven’t you gone off to college yet?”

“And why hasn’t Saul gone off to college, for that matter?”

“I blame you, lady. All these children need to get their butts gone. Get out of my milk bar and get degrees and jobs and such.”

“Maybe I should go off to college.”

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King Charles has a royal snooze.

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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.

Saul’s having breakfast in bed… fish taco and a green bean. Breakfast of champions!



Look who’s growing up gorgeous! That is Jack-Jack (formerly Jamie from the Outlander Clan, who we fostered in June and July). ⁠

Michael says: Jack-Jack (Jamie) kicking back after a hard day chasing after toys, other kitties, my feet, etc. 🤪 He’s getting so big he doesn’t fit into his favorite hammock thing. lol

(Thanks, Michael!)

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A kitten’s job is never done. It’s all work, work, work in this foster room. (I love how diligently they “cover” the food.)

I rearranged things so that there’s a cat tree in front of the window in my office. It took about 3 days for the kittens to “discover” it, and now they love to sit there and watch the birds. (Francesca and Nacho)

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Every evening before bed, after the kittens have had their dinner, Fred waves the feather teaser around for them. I finally thought to get some slow-motion video of the event. (And by “the kittens,” I mean Francesca and Nacho. Saul doesn’t like to be in the middle of that craziness, thank you.)

“HELLOOO-OOO-ooo!” Saul and the tunnel.

Good night innernets. (Nacho, back, and Saul)

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Previously
2021: Christopher and Alfie’s faces are cracking me up. “What? We is wrasslin’!”
2020: BUT WAIT. THERE’S MORE.
2019: No entry.
2018: LoJack inquires: “Have you always been so weird, lady, or is this something that just happened in adulthood?”
2017: Wherein Fred and Robyn sell Crooked Acres, the conclusion.
2016: *”What kind of a name is JUSTIN for a cat?” Fred scoffed yesterday.
2015: She likes to fall bonelessly onto the floor into a floompy pile of floof and roll around ’til you rub her belly.
2014: No entry.
2013: She had important burning questions that she needed to find the answer to, you can see.
2012: “Whar’d it gooooooo?!”
2011: If there’s one thing Chuckles does and does well, it’s make himself at home.
2010: Did I perhaps mention that the Brady Bunch like themselves some sunshine?
2009: I tried to convince Fred that we should go next weekend and take a chicken to have its picture taken with Santa, but he doesn’t seem to be going for that.
2008: No entry.
2007: Tommy & Stinkerbelle.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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