When I was looking for a picture yesterday evening, I realized I’d shared all of Danielle’s pictures of Ohno and Heygo except this one, which had somehow gotten misfiled. You guys have to see it, because Heygo’s face is cracking me UP.
That seems about right…
(Thanks again, Danielle!)
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Oh, that Jacques. Is he one gorgeous boy, or what?
Antoine sound asleep on his belly with one foot kicked out behind him. And then I died.
Madeline and Amelie, out cold. Ohhh, the stripes and spots.
“What? You said I could have as much pizza as I want!” Amelie’s feeding that big round belly.
Look how good Esmee’s face looks! (And isn’t she a pretty girl?)
Madeline’s not sure what’s going on, and not sure she likes it.
Amelie’s puzzled by that hole.
Another shot of Esmee’s pretty face.
“Paws up, y’all!” (Madeline)
Francois strikes a pose.
And then settles in for a nap.
Since the kittens are now at 100% on the litter box usage (yay!) and I’ve seen a few climb up onto the couch, I moved a couple of small cat trees into the room (there was already one in there) and put them near the couch, so that they could get from the trees to the couch, the couch to the trees, and back down onto the ground without having to fling themselves to the floor from the couch. Naturally, they don’t find the couch nearly as comfy to sit on as I do, so they’re mostly hanging out on the trees and on the ground. But on the occasion that they climb onto the couch and then want down, how do you suppose they get down? That’s right, they fling themselves to the floor. How did I not expect that result? (On the good side, it’s a fairly low couch, and there’s a blanket and some rugs on the floor, so they don’t shatter into a million pieces when they hit the ground. Also, they’re made of cotton batting and marshmallow fluff, which as I understand it is some fairly durable material.)
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Alice Moe-ses supposes her toeses are roses.
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Previously
2018: The philosopher Betty White once said (I’m paraphrasing) “The best way to get over a litter is to get under a new one.”
2017: Paws up, y’all!
2016: it’s a “The enemy of my enemy is my friend” situation.
2015: Louis was all ~FLOOF~ and ~HISS~ at Jake, who ignored him.
2014: Gilbert, lookin’ for trouble.
2013: Norbert Desmond is ready for his closeup, Mr. DeMille. (Also: the Starks!)
2012: “Seriously. Do you SEE this?”
2011: No entry.
2010: Elwood’s all “Nope! No room in the basket! No room for a little kitten! Sorry! Move along!”
2009: Gone campin’.
2008: Kaylee would like you to know it’s a rough, rough life.
2007: Now, the Snuggle Sack has some of that crinkly stuff in it so that when a cat climbs in, it crinkles.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.