“I WAS TOLD THERE’D BE FOOD.”
Post-breakfast Theo Pesto pie.
Helpers helpin’.
It’s a rough life for a Theo Pesto.
Sofia Soy Sauce keeps an eye on the office door just in case someone’s sneaking up behind me when I’m at my desk. (The only someone who ever shows up in that doorway is Fred, and she announces his arrival by stretching and squeaking.)
Sofia and Theo are headed home today!!!
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Pretty mama Maddy Magnesium.
Carli goes for a stroll.
But stops long enough to give me the Suspicious Eyes.
“We is tryin’ to sleep, lady.”
Sammy in the crown bed.
Along comes Ozzy.
I would have guessed he was too small to get up in that window bed, but I guess you can’t underestimate that boy.
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Alice Mo is enjoying the cooler weather and hopes it sticks around.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Sofia Soy Sauce and Theo Pesto are waiting patiently for breakfast!
I probably haven’t mentioned – and you probably haven’t noticed – but that mama Maddy Magnesium? GORGEOUS! (Also very very very sweet.)
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Theo Pesto, sitting in the back of my closet purring. He is such a little goober!
Sofia Soy Sauce is very very pleased with herself.
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Wild times in the kitten room. Zoom zoom zoom!
Not to be technical, but what we have here is a cute little stinker. (Barry Beryllium)
Good night innernets. (Theo Pesto)
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Previously
2020: LADY WE IS STARVING: A play in 3 acts.
2019: Fleur’s thinking of giving him the ol’ Floof Suit treatment, and he just wants to go outside.
2018: “Keeping an eye on you, lady.”
2017: Dismal, rainy day – no better time to snuggle up with Mama!
2016: Happy Thlurrrpsday, y’all!
2015: “Pow, lady. Right in the kisser!”
2014: Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.