So much skepticism in one tiny kitten. (Iva)
::poke::poke::
Charleston’s on alert.
Iva keeps an eye on me.
“What doon, lady?”
Why do kittens so love to balance on my slippers? It’s cute, but get uncomfortable after a few moments! (Not that I make them get down, you understand.)
Look at that pouty little face! (Charleston)
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When Uncle Stefan came a-visitin’.
(I was walking into the room to hang out with the kittens, when Stefan shot through the door. He knows that kittens in the foster room = kitten food, so he’s been DYING to get in there. I let him stay for a few moments, just to see what would happen.)
Iva came right on over and got up in his space.
She was all ::sniff::sniff::SNIFF::, and Stefan thought “How much do I really want this kitten food?”
They sniffed noses.
Stefan eyed the bowl of food, and Iva gave him A Look.
He went for the bowl of food, and Iva hisspered “THAT IS NOT YOUR FOOD, MISTER” in his ear.
Then came Raleigh, and a sniff of Stefan’s tail brought out the floof suit right quick.
Along came Charleston, and when Stefan realized he was surrounded, he decided that the kitten food could wait for another day.
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Previously
2015: No entry.
2014: It’s slackery here while I’m gone, I’m telling you.
2013: Mama cleans Tony.
2012: Another Snackin’ Song.
2011: We have a pond!
2010: No entry.
2009: He’s a ‘niphead!
2008: I like to kiss the babies.
2007: “Who, ME? I’m just laying here! Not touching you. Nooooot touching you. Not touching you!”
2006: Maddy, wild thang.
2005: The bad boy look.