Orlando, giving me attitude.
Mariette’s all ::THLURP::
Orlando, admiring the picture that my grandmother cross-stitched years and years ago. (Pro tip: don’t hang pictures near a cat tree. It’ll be hanging crooked pretty much constantly, because cats are nosy and like to mess with pictures. I had just straightened that picture, which is probably why Orlando was looking at it.)
Down he comes!
A brief balance, while waiting for his back feet to hit the floor.
Brudderly love.
Maria, watching the goings-on.
Mariette sprawling out on the floor next to Angelo.
Ferdinand checks out the toy dangling off the scratcher.
It is just a rough, rough life.
Also, I have a video. This came from the webcam in the kitten room. Those kittens decided that the scratcher looks better knocked down onto the floor.
That’s Maria knocking it over the first time, and Angelo the second. I love how Ferdinand is first on the scene, both times, to investigate what’s going on.
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Maxi, dusty from rolling around in the dirt.
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Previously
2013: “Stop harassing me. I did some mathematic equations, realized exactly how those babies are planning to exit their current domicile, and I decided I’m NEVER going to give birth. Go away.”
2012: I think it’s safe to say that Emmy is pretty much over one Fred Anderson.
2011: That cat tree is leaning rather dangerously under the weight of Elwood (aka “Ellie Belly”), but he doesn’t care.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “The chickens are here!” he said.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.