The kittens are now meeting me at the door. I guess they’ve learned the sounds that mean I’m walking down the hallway to their room, and there’s always at least four of them sitting there peering up at me when I open the door.
The other trick they’ve learned? Climbing up the back of my shirt to perch on my shoulder. Only Sam does it regularly, but every once in a while one of the other kittens will see him doing it and think “Hey! I can do that too!” and join him in the climbing.
It hurts to feel their needle-sharp little claws sink into the skin of my back, but they’re SO proud of themselves when they get to my shoulder that it’s pretty much worth the pain.
I have fallen head over heels for these little monkeys. I always do.
How can you not love that sweet little face?
Sweet Bill.
What I’m beginning to think is that Sam just likes to sleep with his elbow propped up.
Terry. Oh, how I have to fight not to squeeze the stuffin’ out of this little guy!
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Previously
2008: It’s good to be king.
2007: Maryanne continues to make herself at home.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.