Wherein SOME kitties are 100% over my nonsense and would like me to just go away.
“Really, lady?”
(Side note: doesn’t Alice have beautiful eyes?)
“SIGH.” (Frankie)
“Lady, seriously.” (Dewey)
Stefan’s super duper over my shenanigans.
“Thinking about putting a hit out on you, lady.” (Maxi)
::pthppppthppth:: (Newt. So rude.)
“Sometimes when you’re sleeping, I sit and think about how easy it would be to smother you. You’d never know what happened and the coroner would just assume all the cat fur in your lungs is due to the fact that you have 11 cats.” Thanks, Archie. Good to know.
“Lady, I know I’m beautiful. Now you go away.” (Dennis)
“I mean, SERIOUSLY?!” (Dewey again)
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Previously
2016: I don’t know how kittens can breathe with their siblings laying directly on their faces, but Bert Macklin survived just fine.
2015: “This Lippman person writes a comfy book!”
2014: Angelo, letting Ferdinand suck on his toe.
2013: “MAMA WHERE YOU IS I AM HUNGRY!”
2012: “Wait… there are TWO of them?!”
2011: No babies yet.
2010: We’re staying inside where it’s nice and warm.
2009: No entry.
2008: Fred thought it would be a good idea to pick up the pig.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.