The SMILE on Abby’s face! And Iva looks so long-suffering, but trust me – she was purring like crazy. (Also love the photobomb from Happy Lamb.)
Iva would like a snuggle, if y’don’t mind.
All six kittens in my lap yesterday morning!
It’s a sleepy Raleigh pie.
Pretty, pretty Chesnee.
Four of the six. Abby was in my lap and Chesnee was behind me.
Raleigh’s all “Who, ME?”
Four little tabbies (and Charlotte behind them). Abby was still in my lap.
Charlotte shows off her zipper.
Chesnee’s such a little muffin.
Now that she’s not quite as bony as she was (she’s put on 1/4 pound since I got her), I’m more comfortable manhandling Abby. She loves to be held on her back like a baby. Although honestly, you could probably hang her up by her toes and she’d just dangle there and purr and purrrrrr.
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Previously
2015: No entry.
2014: “I recommends you stop pointing that phone at me, lady. The ears don’t get much more annoyanced than this.”
2013: “Uhhhhh… nothin’. Just sitting here NOT making fun of the way you derpy-doo around on two feet.”
2012: Are you seeing the looniness in Magoo?
2011: “Dude. Your toenails are UP MY NOSE!”
2010: Then one evening, the cats got together and had a newspaper-shredding party.
2009: At one point, I had six or seven cats gathered around me, watching in fascination as the plastic dragonfly flapped and flapped.
2008: No entry.
2007: Talk about your come-hither look!
2006: Y’all just shut UP. We do NOT have eight cats.
2005: “What can I do to convince you to adopt Sugarbutt?”