Back in late summer/ early fall 2014, we had a litter of kittens we named after grocery stores – the Grocers. This was Trader Joe:
He went to Wisconsin (yes, Lilly drove down from Wisconsin to get him), he’s now Sherman, and here he is!
Lilly said: Sherman update 😊 he got his yearly shave today and the vet says he weighs 15.8 lbs and (shouldn’t gain anymore but) is at a healthy weight!
Doesn’t he have the most fabulous boots? (Thank you, Lilly!)
By the way, you can follow Sherman and his siblings over at Instagram.
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Wanna hear something shocking? The kittens are TWELVE WEEKS OLD today! Hard to believe, isn’t it? Seems like just yesterday we were waiting and waiting for Caroline to have her kittens, and now here they are, looking nearly as big as she is!
Ma goes exploring while Mary looks on.
“They’ll never find me here!”
Guilty little face (Albert).
Oh, that Caroline. Isn’t she a stunner?
Charles is like “HEY. I’m good-lookin’, too!” So true.
Smilin’ Mary (and stretchin’ Laura).
Line ’em up! From front to back: Almanzo, Mary, Willie, Laura, Albert, and Charles.
And again! But no Ma in sight. If I recall correctly, she was sitting at my feet ignoring my suggestions she go sit on the bed with the kids.
Almanzo, Willie and Laura, keeping a close eye on that feather teaser.
“Sittin’ in my pie plate, watching the neighborhood go by, lady.” (Almanzo)
Laura keeps a close eye on me.
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Sheriff Mama does her yoga. It’s important for her to stay limber. Never know when Archie or Frankie or even Jake is going to need a stern talking-to and possibly a smack upside the head. She takes her job SERIOUSLY.
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Previously
2018: This doesn’t seem at all precarious and unsafe, ladies.
2017: (Don’t you love how she was putting her black lipstick on in preparation for sneaking out to a rave, and missed a bit?)
2016: “MY Mouse Cave, and don’t you forget it!”
2015: Skelton, also not skeered.
2014: Throwback Thursday: Spot.
2013: “…three…four…five. Okay, there really ARE five. No matter how many times I count. It’s just… I don’t remember HAVING five. I only remember four. Maybe this is what they mean when they say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe you forget the actual one you’re birthing, too. I wish I’d forgotten birthing that one with the big head. That pain I can live without remembering.”
2012: “I whip it real good!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Look, I made a video to share the pain!
2008: “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
2007: “Squirrels do love cashews, Bob.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.