Usually when Charlie spends time in the foster room, he wanders around the room for a bit and then ends up in the ham-mick. He LOVES that thing (though only in the foster room – he ignores the one in my bedroom) and obviously thinks of it as his own. Yesterday morning, though, he wandered around the room a little too long and…
“SHE’S IN MY HAM-MICK.”
“That’s MY ham-mick!”
He tried to pick a fight (please notice the blurred tail. He was whipping that thing back and forth.)
He tried asking nicely. “Pleeeease? Can I have my ham-mick back?”
She was not inclined to give him his ham-mick back.
“You are very rude and mean and I can’t believe you won’t give me my ham-mick back!”
In the end, I put a second ham-mick together, but by then Charlie was too ticked off and he stomped to the door and wailed until I let him out.
(You guys were totally hoping there’d be a picture of the two of them sharing the ham-mick, weren’t you? Ha! Nope.)
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Newt has developed a love for the guest bedroom in the past few months. If he’s not on the cat pillow on the bed, he’s in this bed in the window. He’s a happy, happy boy.
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Previously
2020: Haaaave you met Isabella?
2019: No entry.
2018: “Whatchoo MEAN ‘child support’?”
2017: She’ll be 10 in April which is not by any means OLD, but it’s certainly oldER and technically she’s in the senior category now.
2016: Extreme Ears of Annoyance.
2015: I swear she must be half monkey.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Giving me the side eye to see if I’m impressed (I’m not).
2011: How tiny IS Tiny Alice?
2010: M’Lynn the skittish.
2009: It wasn’t until after she put her glasses on that Samba realized she’d been whispering sweet nothings to a water bottle all evening long.
2008: No entry.
2007: Possibly if I stopped buying toys for the cats there wouldn’t be such an issue with them scattered everywhere, but I guess cat toys is my other illness.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Happy snuggles, Mr. Newt!
(Someday soon there will be new baybees… Can’t wait to see them!)
“… but by then Charlie was too ticked off and he stomped to the door and wailed until I let him out.” Such a drama queen! I guess you don’t mess with the pregnant lady.
Oh, how cozy does Newt look!
Adorable post. Yep, 2 Ham-micks needed full-time!!
Poor Charlie! 😉
Oh my, 2011: “how tiny IS Tiny Alice?”
Sooner or later they all end up in bed with Tommy.
What will happen once Canasta has her kittens? Would Charlie be allowed in-under supervision?
Hahaha!! Well that was an excellent and exciting ham-mick progression, I must say. Newtles!