That Stefan is a heavy duty sleeper! Sometimes I think cats that lived part of their life outside sleep so hard because they are making up for when they couldn’t really sleep soundly for fear and safety reasons. Does he snore? I love it when my cats snore.
Stefan actually doesn’t snore – but Newt does. And Newt’s snoring echoes through the house. Sometimes I’ll be at my desk and stop and say “What am I hearing?”, realize it’s Newt snoring, and go looking (just out of curiosity) to see where he is. Usually he’s in the dining room (which is next to the computer room), but one time last week he was all the way at the other end of the house!
I think you’re right about cats who lived outside sleeping harder once they get inside to “safety.” Archie and Stefan both sleep like the dead.
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And will you look at the tummy chubs on Uncle Stefan?!!
No kidding! Stefan was such a stringbean when he first showed up here – that has certainly changed!
This is what he looked like just over three years ago:
And here he is now:
He’s just a great big teddy bear now. He was just over 10 pounds when he first showed up here (or at least when I first got a chance to weigh him), and now he’s at 13 1/2 pounds.
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I swear, when I was looking at previous year posts this week, that you posted that Newt hated to be indoors, now he hates outdoors? They all find the good life eventually, don’t they? Except Maxi is it?
It made Newt super nervous to be inside when we first started bringing him inside, but at some point in the past nine years, something clicked in his brain, and although he will VERY occasionally go out into the back yard, I can’t remember the last time I saw him when he wasn’t either in the back yard or in the house. He never wants to go out the side door (which leads to the non-fenced part of the property). I’m not sure what changed – maybe in his old age (he’s TEN!) he’s gotten wiser, and knows there’s nothing better out there than what he can find inside.
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What’s that thing first thrown at Juniper?? Grayish or brownish, white tipped and long with a tail??
That is a piece of rabbit fur with a bell attached that the kittens always love to play with (they always like the stuff made out of real fur, go figure). I would tell you where I got it, but for the life of me, I don’t remember! Probably on Etsy.
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Sweet Juniper in the sun.
Isn’t she just the prettiest thing?
Isn’t HE just the prettiest thing?
Oh, I just can’t even stand how pretty she is.
Okay, how many kitten-in-the-sun pictures am I going to post?
Privet, just hanging out.
“Behind you! A serial killer! Or nothing at all! One or the other!”
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I can’t help it, I just love it when I catch a cat or kitten in that bed. Because it’s a CAT in a DOG bed, get it?
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Previously
2015: Gracie.
2014: Then when he saw that it was just me, he gave me the blinkity-blink Eyes of Love, and went back to sleep.
2013: I don’t know what got Norbie all perturbed, but his expression is cracking me UP.
2012: No entry.
2011: “This platform is too smaaaaaall, and everyone keeps trying to cram themselves on the platform wiiiiiiith me, and I don’t liiiiiike it!”
2010: Comfy, are we, Marty?
2009: “HI lady. You got snacks for me?”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: We came back ten minutes later, and this is what we saw.