I demand to see the full Stefan picture because I NEED to know what’s on his head! Pwease?
Here it is, from Halloween of 2014.
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Are you SURE both photos are Newt? You’ve had several buff or light red kitties over the years. Also, the difference could be due in part to lighting, which camera was used and degree of pupil dilation.
I’m positive – Newt has a kind of crook at the end of his tail where it was broken at some point before we met him. It’s evident in this picture, from 2007:
And this one, from last month:
One of these days, I’ll have to comb through my Newt folder and put together a progression of pictures from the past 10 years so we can watch his eyes change. Apparently it happened slowly enough that I didn’t notice it happening.
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I’m glad Alice’s efforts were not in vain. Is it easier for her to cajole ham out of her daddy, I wonder? And did she get her reward without anyone else noticing?
It is quite a bit easier for her to sucker ham from her daddy, he’s always willing to entertain the idea that she is STARRRRRVING. Oh… and suddenly it occurs to me just WHY they love him so much. Hmm…
(She did get her reward without ALMOST anyone else noticing. Dewey Kravitz was RIGHT THERE wondering what I was doing, so he got a serving of ham, too.)
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Wait, Archie naps with you? Is this new?
Archie really naps more NEAR me than actually WITH me. If he’s on the bed when I show up, he doesn’t bother to move… but he also doesn’t seek out my company either. (PS: Archie likes kisses, spread the word!)
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No one lurves you more than Fred? I thought Frankie was Your Lapcat!
SO DID I. And yet, now that he’s feeling better, he’s suddenly Mister Aloof. If I seek him out and bring him onto the couch with me, he’ll stay (and purrs like crazy). But if Fred kicks back in his recliner, Frankie races to join him.
Is this fair, I ask you? (Am making mental notes to bribe Frankie with ham from here on out.)
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Jake and Stefan, snoozing in the foster room.
And Stefan and Dewey, snoozing on Fred’s bed.
Dewey, pleased with himself. And Tubby in the background, always benevolent and ever so slightly disapproving. “This new generation! They’ve got no WORK ethic! Just laying around all the time, yawning!”
I love that Frankie always neatly tucks his tail over his front paws. He is a GENTLEMAN.
Gazing longingly outside (actually, I think he was watching Fred.)
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Smilin’ Joe (aka Joe Bob). His pink nose just kills me dead.
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Previously
2016: “Look, lady, look! I had my baby! He’s kinda funny looking and he talks weird. He takes after his daddy, is what I’m thinking.”
2015: No entry.
2014: And then Orlando came along and was all “WHAT GOIN’ ON HERE?!” (That look on Ferdinand’s face is KILLING. ME. DEAD.)
2013: No entry.
2012: He’s FLYYYYYINGGGG!
2011: No entry.
2010: So, yeah, no great cleaning tips from me.
2009: And they’re such sweet girls, they deserve to find their forever homes fast!
2008: Poor girlies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.