We gots an eyeball! I suspect the other 13 will be plinking open pretty soon. (That’s Shecky, FYI.)
Can you EVEN with that fat little striped belly?
Little bit of the smug going on there with Skelton.
A week old, and HUGE.
Separating into smaller groups.
With Heart, for size reference.
They’ve started gumming each other. Just wait ’til their teeth come in!
Mama’s foot makes a good body pillow. Just the right size!
Oh, that little FACE.
And THAT little face!
So, I weighed the kittens yesterday, and they’re currently ranging between 6 7/8 ounces (Skelton, Shecky, and Belushi) and 7 7/8 ounces (Rickles). They are not, in fact, the biggest kittens we’ve ever had. At one day older, the Royals ranged from 8 – 9 3/4 ounces, and the Dragons ranged between 6 1/4 – 9 5/8 ounces. You can see the weight chart for the Royals at the bottom of the page here, and for the Dragons here.
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“Lady, I’m about to slap that camera out of your hand. I just wanted to spend some quality time with MY MAN* and then go look for MY OTHER MAN** so he can clean my ears, and I don’t need YOU documenting the occasion.”
*Fred
**Tommy
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Previously
2014: Sometimes I have to speak sharply to him. “Stefan,” I say. “CALM. DOWN. RIGHT NOW.”
2013: “Did I already clean your ears?”
2012: It always seems to end with someone getting his or her face bitten.
2011: Out of control kittens.
2010: Corbett marches to the beat of his own drummer.
2009: No entry.
2008: I’m going to consider that progress.
2007: He always pretends he can’t hear me when I suggest we switch houses for the night, because he is a mean, uncaring sadist.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.