Spitz, atop the scratcher. Would you LOOK at the size of that back foot? He’s going to be a big boy.
Torres really likes to sit in the condo of the wall tree and look out the “window.”
I really need to cover the wires on those window beds; the kittens (Phelps, in this picture) really like to chew on them.
Zuke in the sun (watching Phelps). Isn’t he a pretty boy?
Louganis in one of the many beds in the foster room.
It’s possible I got out the feather teaser.
I love it when they swing at the feather teaser when it’s nowhere near them.
Zuke’s all “Come on down, feather teaser! We’ll only chew on you a little bit!”
7 out of 8, present and accounted for! (Zuke’s the missing kitten.)
There’s Zuke. Well, his back legs and tail, at least. I love how Torres (pink collar) is sitting there with her paw on Ambercup’s face.
Phelps retreated to the scratcher to see if he could reach the feather teaser that way.
Sunday morning, Fred started suggesting that we let the Squash Bugs and the Swimmers out of the foster room, and let them have the run of the upstairs. I hemmed and hawed, and honestly would have preferred to wait another week, but I gave in pretty easily. I figured they were all big enough to make their way back to the foster room for food and water or the litter box and the screen door was already up at the bottom of the stairs, so why not?
Unlike previous kittens who come out the first day, explore every inch of the upstairs, and then are so overwhelmed that they stay in the foster room for the next several days, these guys have really taken to having their freedom. They spend all their time either running up and down the hallway or piled up on Fred’s bed. I haven’t had any problems getting them back into their room at bedtime (YET), and I have begun their all-important naptime training.
I haven’t gotten many pictures of them out of the foster room yet, because when they see me coming they run over to me. I’m going to have to sneak upstairs at some point to get a picture of them in a sleepy pile on Fred’s bed.
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Bottle-feeding Badger.
And bottle-feeding Skinny Pete.
“What doin’, lady?”
I considered passing this off as being a picture of Combo, but it’s not. It’s Skinny Pete. I don’t have any Combo pictures because my iPhone refuses to focus on him properly (the light in that room is pretty bad), and I need to get in there with my camera, but obviously haven’t yet. I will, though!
I love that Skinny Pete and Badger accepted Combo immediately. Every time I check on them when they’re sleeping, all three of them are almost always piled up together. I mean, not that I expected any dramatics at two weeks of age, but a hiss or two wouldn’t have been out of line.
I need to get a video of the three of them howling – Skinny Pete and Badger have identical high-pitched meows, and then Combo joins in with his husky little pack-a-day meow, and it cracks me UP.
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New chair in the corner of my room. How many times have I sat in it? Once. Any other time I want to sit there, Stefan’s sleeping and, well, I’m not a MONSTER.
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Previously
2014: Polo, havin’ a thought.
2013: Starks, adopted!
2012: Percy Pickle is amazed at the money-hungry, greedy, STUPID jackassery in this world.
2011: I think Buster Burbles would be a GREAT name, and when I find my musical talent, I will totally name my ’80s cover band Buster Burbles.
2010: So many toys, so little time.
2009: Off goes my sweet boy Terry, to get his fancy new eyelips.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “See? My foot IS as big as my head!”