Edited to add:
Renee asks that you keep her sweet kitteh in your thoughts. She says:
I know this seems silly but can I just ask for good thoughts from your readers? Sunday morning my buddy was looking out the screen door when a burst of thunder sounded – it scared him and he went through the door and took it out. Between that noise and the thunder, he took off into the fields behind my house. I called for him all day Sunday and today whenever I’ve been home (I had school) I’ve checked and called. I am afraid he’s lost and having trouble finding home, but I”m trying to stay positive since I know some cats are gone for days – but well, the bad things keep popping in. I am hopeful that the more good thoughts and prayers may help guide his way. I attached a picture of my sweet, snuggle bug. It was when he was younger, but the expression hasn’t changed. He’s very laid back and friendly with other cats and he’s not quite 1 year old.
Kinda relaxed for someone who’s about to go off and get the ol’ snip-snip, isn’t he?
This is Razzie. I love it when they sleep with their back feet tucked up under their head. SO cute (and SO flexible!)
I’m not sure what the reasoning was, but Newbery felt the need to dig at the window the other day.
He dug and dug and dug.
Maybe he saw his reflection in the window and wanted to get to know that good-lookin’ kitty.
::thlurp::
Razzie again. I’ve taken to calling her Razzle Dazzle. She doesn’t care what I call her, as long as I don’t call her late to dinner. Har har.
The Noms are about to head off for their spaying and neutering. I’m a teeny bit nervous about this, not because I’m worried they won’t do well (they’ll be fine, I have no doubt). But they have NEVER been for a ride in the car, which I think might have been a mistake on my part. I hope they don’t get carsick, and I hope they don’t freak out!
Norland and Russet came through their neutering just fine. I got them home, let them out of the carrier, and they were like “What just happened? I guess we went for a car ride or something, and then a bunch of people snuggled us… and then we came home. Weird!” and then raced around like nothing had happened. They are good little travelers, and after a few protests when I put them into the carrier, they settled down and made no noise at all. In fact, when we got to the vet’s office, they crowded the front of the carrier and purred and purred. No fear in those two at all!
Leapin’ Norland.
Russet, taking a break from running around like a wild thing.
Norland’s all “‘Sup?”
Kennebec and Agata in the wall basket.
He’s such a pretty, pretty boy.
Norland, giving me attitude. “I sense that something’s missing, but I don’t know what!”
He swings! He misses!
Fianna, watching the boys run around.
The little Taters watching the big Taters race around.
The good thing about having Russet and Norland gone for the day yesterday is that the little ones were more willing to come let me pet them. They’re still skittish, but when the big guys are in there, they’re more interested in them and playing with them than in letting me snuggle them. I got all three of them to come down from the wall basket and approach me for petting. Then they’d get nervous and run off, and I’d have to coax them close again. They are the sweetest little things.
Doesn’t Alice Mo have the prettiest eyes?
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Girlfriend has got some LUNGS.
2008: It’s so cute I want to squeeze them to death.
2007: The knowledge that he’s the Purtiest! Kitty! Ever! makes Sugarbutt a wee bit smug.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.