The boys are now on Panacur, have been since last night. They did not appreciate this “medication” business, but they got over it quickly enough.
They’re VERY interested in getting OUT of their room. I go into their room and feed them, and they’re happy enough to eat and to snuggle with me, but once I leave the room, they (Bolitar, especially) stand at the door and howl. And howl. And howwwwwwwwwwl. They have got the most piercing little voices, and I’m pretty sure that one day they’re going to drive me straight out of my mind with those piercing howls. They do eventually give up and go play and sleep and such, but the ten minutes or so that they howl at the door is ETERNAL.
Bolitar, slurping up water.
Reacher, snuggling.
Corbett and Rhyme, fighting.
::CHOMP::
“BRING DOWN THE HAND FOR THE BELLY RUB!”
Gorgeous Rhyme.
::Slurrrrp::
Still no defined kitten heads or movement seen or felt in the Maura belly region. She’s no dummy – she’s like “I have plenty of food and water, toys, and a cat tree to climb. Why on earth would I want to have BABIES to mess it up?”
Maxi keeps an eye on the goings-on from the safety of her box.
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Previously
2009: Beulah critiques my belly-rub technique.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.