Charleston is slowly warming up to me. He still acts like he’s going to run away when I reach for him, but he doesn’t move quite as fast – and he flops onto his back with only a little coaxing. I’ll make a lovebug out of him yet!
Iva with the attitude. “Watchin’ you, lady. WATCHIN’. YOU.”
Raleigh, also watching me. I must be fascinating!
Chesnee will have you know that this is HER feather, and she ain’t sharin’.
Such an intent little face! (Charleston)
Iva thinks the cat toy made from dog fur is AWESOME. She loves to bunny-kick that thing.
“Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.” (Raleigh)
Iva, judging. Always judging.
Raleigh and Charleston, hiding from me under the curvy scratcher, the day after I got them home. They hadn’t yet figured out what it means when I walk into the room with a jar of baby food and a spoon.
Playful babies.
That smile on her little face cracks me UP.
Pouty Raleigh.
There’s a screw in the wall on either side of the doorway so that when we have mother cats and their babies, we can put a small barrier in the doorway that the mother can hop over, but will keep the babies out of the closet (and out of the clumping litter). Chesnee discovered one of the screws, and thought that hanging from the screw while biting it was a good way to pass the time.
Remember how yesterday you were all “Wow, four brown tabbies!” and “Wow, I can’t believe there isn’t one that isn’t a brown tabby!” and “Wow, four is such an even number. You totally need an odd number!” and “When are you going to play ‘Meet yer new partner’? You haven’t played that game in like two months!” Remember that?
Well, Carolina kittens, MEET YER NEW PARTNER!
Say hello to Charlotte.
More about her tomorrow!
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Maxi in the side yard (that is the side yard that I JUST raked last week. Note that it desperately needs raking again. Note also that Newt is lurking back there behind the gate, keeping an eye on Maxi.)
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Previously
2015: No entry.
2014: What could make a pretty litter even prettier?
2013: Livia was like “Get down from there, child! You’re too little for that nonsense!”
2012: Polly decided it was safer closer to the ground.
2011: I am very sad to report to you that this morning, I am taking Buster to Petsmart.
2010: I came home to a needy Miz Poo and the faint smell of cat pee at my desk.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Whyyyyyyyyyyy does life have to be so haaaaaaaaaaard?!”
2006: “Um. Whatcha do with that squirrel, Momma?” I asked.
2005: If he was a dog, he’d be a bulldog.