Pile of kittens on the rug in Fred’s room indicates that there was a recent drive-by nursing.
In a perfect world, someone would break into the house, take that closet door down, strip it, and repaint it. Think I could train the kittens to paint? (I’m sure they’d LOVE to get their paws on a bucket of paint!)
Oh, that sweet Roseanne. Did I pick her up and squeeze her? You know I did!
Shecky has a bit of the Loon to him, with an extra helping of AMAZEment.
“Wahhh! Lady! We tryin’ to sleeeeeeep!”
Rickles just loves to be upside-down, apparently.
Roseanne discovered the dog-fur cat toy* and dragged it around the room and up onto Fred’s bed, growling the entire time.
*A cat toy made of dog fur. A couple of years ago, Fred went out and brushed George and Gracie. I gathered up the dog fur, tossed it into a pillow case, and ran it through the washer several times. It tangled together in a mass, and the kittens ADORE playing with it.
Shecky and Louis – brudderly love.
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Stefan and his terrible, hard-working, day-to-day-grind of a life. You GOTTA feel sorry for him!
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Previously
2014: “Dennis, my butt! Did you see it? Did you see my butt?”
2013: Apparently Norbert’s ears are a delicacy.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHERE MY FOOD, LADY?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: First visit: not such a rousing success.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Greetings from Kitten Town, And3rsonville, USA, where I’m currently on Poop Watch.