Oh, these kittens, you guys. They are KILLING me with the CUTE.
Kate, taking a moment to herself.
Leia takes a moment away from sniffing my sock.
Aslan Leia makes a good pillow. (I mean, Aslan does too, but that’s not him in the picture. I have a hard time telling them apart sometimes!)
Kate takes another moment to herself. She’s relaxed about them so much that even if they’re yelling about something (usually that I’ve moved them off the carpet back to the blanket), she takes a few moments, then grumbles “I’m coming, I’m coming” before she moseys over to see what’s what.
Leia, Buttercup, and Jareth spend a lot of time sitting and looking up at me as if they’re trying to figure me out.
Oh, the head tilt. Seriously. Kills me dead.
These kittens have zero fear of me. When I walk into the room, they’re almost always snoozing. I sit down and pet them, and they wake up, roll around, come over to sniff at me, roll over onto their backs and kick at me. Jareth has started climbing up into my lap (and then can’t figure out how to get down, of course). They’re certainly curious little things – I remember Emmy’s babies as not being terribly interested in me at this age (though I could be remembering wrong!)
Can you believe they’ll be three weeks old tomorrow?
Here’s a video from this weekend, of the kittens rolling around in the sun. Ugh, SO FREAKIN’ CUTE!
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Spanky, sound asleep. AND THEN…
A sudden violent yawn makes one ear pop right off his head! AND THEN!
There goes the other ear! Oh, what a tragedy. But who needs ears, right? They just get in the way. He’ll be fine with no ears, I’m sure he will.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: She is the MOST laid-back cat I’ve ever seen.
2009: So, the great freedom-letting has begun!
2008: Detective Cullen, however, spots something out of place in the grass.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.