Albert chortles at his own joke.
Willie has a think.
Mary, also having a think. This is a very thinky bunch of kittens.
Laura’s kind of a little flirt.
“Why so tense, Pa? Why?”
Albert wonders “Why so weird, lady?”
That’s a sleepy bunch of muffinheads, right there. (Left to right: Willie, Albert, Almanzo, Mary.)
Almanzo (left) and Albert.
Oh, that Charles.
The kittens and Caroline (Charles was off elsewhere, taking advantage of the opportunity to deny me of a family portrait). Left to right: Mary, Laura, Almanzo, Willie, Caroline and Albert.
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Of all the cats and kittens in this house, this one right here is the one who wants nothin’, nada, zero, zilch to do with my parents. I don’t think she even comes into the house until my parents are in bed.
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Previously
2018: (I find it very rude that they continued to grow while I was gone.)
2017: Hissy little muffin.
2016: No entry.
2015: Belushi under a blanket of his brudders.
2014: “It’s the ears. No one can resist their fabulousness.”
2013: “‘SCUSE me, am trying to eat here. Please go ‘way.”
2012: Kittens: Nature’s Medicine.
2011: No entry.
2010: The Bookworms.
2009: JUST STOMP ON MY HEART, BEULAH, YOU HEARTLESS BRAT.
2008: Tommy and Sugarbutt: brudderly love.
2007: Newt finds it important to keep an eye on the chickens. For protection purposes, of course.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.