Regarding the kittens’ names: Andouille means “stupid” in French. Since I tend to call the kittens “dummies” (affectionately, of course), that seems appropriate.
Also, I pronounce Praline “pray-lean,” but it’s correctly pronounced “praw-lean” in New Orleans, so. I’m a Yankee, what do I know?
Snuggly siblings. (Praline and Andouille)
Andouille just loves to burrow under his sisters and then wriggle around.
There goes Beignet, the little traveler, again.
Check out Praline’s delightful spotted belleh.
Roux checks things out. Would probably be easier with open eyes, but you can’t tell kittens anything.
I mean, I don’t know. You think Andouille might be a bit of a mama’s boy?
Well, that there is one passionate kiss. Guys? You know you’re related? Maybe dial back on the passion a bit?
It’s rough work, being that cute.
From the other day: Fred checking to see if Praline’s a boy or a girl. Poor Praline, she was all “Um, a little help, here?”
I changed the bedding in the crate, and Nola… well, let’s say Nola doesn’t like change. She handled it well enough, though, sweet girl. She relaxed after a few minutes.
Do you see ’em? Do you see the eyeballs?
So, the eyes are starting to creak open. I spotted the first eyeball on Andouille yesterday morning. A while later I heard a very distinctive ::PLINK:: sound, and I went into the foster room to check, and he had one eye all the way open and the other about halfway there. The girls are right behind him – no totally open eyes on them, but there are eyes peeking through. I don’t think it’ll be much more than another day or two before they’re all staring quizzically up at me.
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Video! Nearly one minute and twenty seconds of kittens flailing around. Warning: they are awfully cute. You may reach overload in ten seconds or less.
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Previously
2016: MWAH!
2015: “Hey! I can’t see you, but I know you’re there and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
2014: “HALLO, INTERNET PEOPLES.”
2013: Buttercup whispering in Leia’s ear. “Say hello to your public, PRINCESS BRATTY.”
2012: “I appear to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.”
2011: McMaos, named.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: He seems to like having the run of the house, if the fact that he ran around like a bat out of hell the entire time is anything to judge by.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.