Eliot is an Open Mouth of Outrage master. He is outraged VERY often.
Brotherly smooching (left to right: Buxton, Eliot & Kenny.)
OH, that messy little face! (Otis)
Would you care for a cup o’ Calais?
Dexter is just the cutest. (Confession: I say that about every one of these kittens.)
Tiny Basket, Tiny Millie.
Buxton, sound asleep atop the scratcher with some Annoyance Ears going on.
Bethel was holding a grudge because I’d just wiped her down with a damp cloth. If she’d stop laying in the plate of canned food, I wouldn’t have to wipe her down as often!
Buxton likes a good ear rub.
It probably won’t surprise you to hear that Kenny’s nickname is “Baby Khal.”
Otis is all “Wahhh! Calais is pickin’ on me!”
OH, that spotted belly! Buxton’s nickname is Buster, because he reminds me SO much of Buster, aka Bolitar, from the Bookworms litter, back in 2010.
Dexter wants to PLAY, and Arundel’s not so sure. She’s been playing with the other kittens, but having a human in the room makes her a bit nervous still. (Every time I go into the room, I pick her up and snuggle her for a few minutes. She always purrs, but then runs off.)
Wahhh! Kenny’s turning out to be the BAYbee. So’s Otis. And Buxton. At this point, I think we may end up with more BAYbees than not in this bunch!
“Who, me? I wasn’t picking on any of the little ones. I’d never!” Suuure, Calais.
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When she’s not inspecting the pot of catnip, Alice Mo likes to curl up on her Daddy’s bed and snooze.
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Previously
2017: Girls and their toys.
2016: “I know Uncle Dennis is acting like he wants a hug, but I will not fall into his trap!” thinks the very wise Webster.
2015: And Jake was loonily smug.
2014: Here at Crooked Acres, we like to do all our important cleaning on Saturday, and we make the kittens do the same.
2013: (Or, more accurately: “Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!”)
2012: “Dis my OTHER favorite place to sleep. A man’s gotta have options.”
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”