“Come ON, guys, it’s PICTURE time again, what a SHOCK. Cindy, get out from behind Marcia and let’s get this over with!”
“Wait. Perhaps now would be the ideal time to let you know that I HAZ A COMPLAINT. And my complaint is that my nose is dirty. You feed me canned food mixed with pumpkin, and then you want to take my picture?”
“My nose is dirty and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
::pout::
“I DON’T LIKE IT, you hear me?”
Jan says, “Oh, there’s a surprise. Pipsqueak Bobby has a complaint. I have eye boogers, but do you hear ME complaining? NO. It just adds to my charm.”
Peter says, “I have no complaints. I look absolutely smashingly perfect and everyone who sees me wants to kiss me on top of my adorable head.”
“Ehn! Ehn! Let me through! I want to be in the picture, too!”
Greg adds, “I have a little food on my nose, too. I’m saving it for later.”
Cindy pipes in with “I could be covered in food from head to toe, and I’d still be unbearably adorable.”
“Maybe one day you’ll learn to use that flash right, lady, and all the good pictures won’t come out too dark!”
Everyone’s a critic.
You can’t tell from this angle, but Kara’s actually a very small cat. Not the most slimming angle – or position, I guess.
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Previously
2009: If that look on her face doesn’t say “smug”, I don’t know what does.
2008: I suppose I can live with being woken up at 4 in the morning, stumbling to the door, and opening it to let them out into the house.
2007: No entry.
2006: Last night, I had every kitten but Merry asleep in my lap
2005: No entry.