No kittens as of 9 last night, and there’s no change in her (voracious) appetite. She might have seemed a little more restless than usual yesterday, but then again she might be getting irritated with Charles who wants OUT OF THE FOSTER ROOM IF Y’DON’T MIND and is pretty vocal about it.
Such a pretty girl.
And such a pretty boy.
Can we agree that these kittens are going to have exceptionally pretty eyes? I think we can. Also, big ears.
And they will be the cleanest kittens ever.
::thlurrrp::
She LOVES the top level of that cat tree.
Please admire the toeses.
That BELLY.
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Sheriff Mama (Kara), lying down on the job. And looking adorable while she’s doing it!
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Previously
2018: That chair has clearly become his safe space!
2017: No entry.
2016: “Just RUDE, to disturb a man’s rest like that.
2015: “Whoa, whoa, WHOA, lady. Did I tell you you could rub the belleh? DID I?”
2014: Sights from around a slightly snowy Crooked Acres.
2013: “Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love our cats – foster and otherwise – but sometimes I could happily toss all of them in the back yard, bid them adieu, and shut the door FOREVER.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.