I don’t know how they do it – that cat bed Sookie’s laying on, which is flipped upside down, must weigh as much as two kittens. Every time I walk into the room, it’s upside down (and someone’s lying on top of it). I flip it over so it’s the right way, then the next time I come into the room, they’ve flipped it over again. They must work together to get it flipped – I can’t imagine one little kitten flipping it alone!
“Wah! Make him stop messing with my taaaaaaaaail!”
“Pardon me, Madame, might I have a snuggle?” (Sam)
For a brief moment in time, the cat bed is right-side-up, and Sam lounges in it.
They hate to get in the bowl to be weighed (I put it on a kitchen scale), but when the bowl is just sitting in the middle of the floor, they can’t WAIT to jump into it.
They are obsessed – OBSESSED – with the hem of my shirt. They take turns sniffing it, smacking at it, and fighting with it. Doesn’t matter what shirt I’m wearing, something about the hem amazes them.
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Previously
2008: So Fred said “Well, they can’t ALL be your favorite, and besides we agreed we wouldn’t be keeping any of them.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.