Weekly Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr Roundup.
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Caroline vs. the vacuum.
This laundry assistant is terrible at sock-folding.
Good night, innernets. (Willie)
“Who, me? Trying to sneak into the closet? I’d never!” (Laura)
My parents are visiting, and since the foster room is located across the hall from the guest bedroom, and Charles has a loud voice when he thinks it’s time for him to be set free, I’ve been getting up and feeding/freeing Charles, Caroline and the kittens at about 6:00 every morning and then going back to bed. This morning Charles joined me and Laura considered it before she raced off to play.
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Kitten hijinx & shenanigans.
Good night, innernets. (Albert)
Almanzo SO pleased with himself for REFUSING to tell me whether or not he’s Da BAYbee. (I suspect he is.)
“We was not SKEERED of the vacuum cleaner, lady. We just had a pressing need to be on the opposite end of the house!” (Mary & Albert)
Good night, innernets. (Laura & Albert)
Caroline would like me to know it’s nap time.
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Fighting for dominance of the Fruitasan.
Good night, innernets. (Willie)
Happy Thlurrrpsday, y’all! (Willie)
Thlurrrp. (Laura)
Good night, innernets. (Albert)
Charles came thundering down the hallway, chased by Laura and Mary. It was seriously adorable, I just wish I’d been faster with the camera.
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Play-fighting and fight-playing. You know how Ma and Pa are.
Paws up, y’all. (Willie)
Good night, innernets. (Almanzo & Willie)
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Hunting bed mice.
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid. (Mary)
Sleepy, sleepy Laura.
Oh, that sweet girl. (Caroline)
Good night, innernets. (Laura & Albert)
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Previously
2018: No entry.
2017: “Who you callin’ a chunky monkey, lady?”
2016: This seems safe and not at all like you’ll break your neck, little girl.
2015: Eyezapoppin’.
2014: “MY BUTT, DENNIS. SEE? MY BUTT!”
2013: “CASE CLOSED.
2012: No entry.
2011: Vicious, vicious pups.
2010: “What’s a ‘toes’?”
2009: Like a circus, is what I expect it’ll be like!
2008: HG, on the other hand, behaved himself quite nicely, spent most of the night on the end of the bed (which means I had five cats on the bed with me, but still managed to sleep pretty well) and didn’t make any trouble.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.