Saul and Gus holdin’ paws.
Saul and Nacho hang out with Mama.
Mike appreciates the Pusheen Cat Kit Box.
A Gus and his Mama.
And a Lalo and his Mama. (Her serious face cracks me up.)
Francesca (front), Nacho (left) and Gus curl up in the top of the little cat tree for a nap.
And Francesca, Saul and Nacho (and Lalo!) curl up in the basket for a nap.
Saul and Lalo take over the basket.
Kim’s spay was re-scheduled for Friday due to a scheduling conflict. As long as it happens this week, I’ll be happy!
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Jake always looks like he’s scheming, loonily.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Breakfast is served!
Notes: (1) Yes, they are eating solid food on their own. They will continue to nurse whenever Mama allows it. That is how kittens are; they don’t know that sometimes strangers on the internet disapprove vehemently about things that don’t impact their lives in any way, and feel compelled to leave comments expressing their vehement disapproval. (2) Yes, she will be spayed (in 2 days, in fact). They are all fosters for a rescue; she and her kittens will all be spayed/neutered before they are adopted.
Lalo’s all “Oh no. You’re gonna kiss me, aren’t you? INDEED I AM.
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I would not have expected Lalo to be able to pull off this particular trick, but the boy always surprises me!
Gus (left) and Francesca in my lap. I find the difference in their eye color at this point to be fascinating (her eyes are greener than they appear in this picture. I’m hoping to get up-close eye pictures for a collage later this week.)
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Kitten play time. These kittens certainly do know how to entertain themselves (and me!)
Nacho the couch potato. (The kittens are starting climb the couch in the last day or so. They grow so FAST.)
Good night innernets. (Mike)
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Previously
2021: A pile o’ warm snuggly kittens.
2020: It’s Laundry Day, and Aramis can’t wait ’til it’s time to fold.
2019: Beauregard’s all “What happened?”
2018: Like all kittens, Otis adores the loop on the back of my phone and he chews on it whenever I’m dumb enough to leave it unprotected.
2017: In this litter, Hubble appears to be in possession of a happy tail.
2016: Meet the Outsiders.
2015: No entry.
2014: Cats. Like. Boxes. Like, a lot. A LOT.
2013: Pardon me, Norbs. You appear to have a kitten in your armpit.
2012: Meredith Grey (in the front), disapproves of such shenanigans, as do her judgey cohorts.
2011: They were all just like ::shrug:: “yeah, it’s Buster. So?”
2010: God, Corby. I wish you’d learn to relax a little. You’re stressing me out!
2009: I told Fred the other night that if we were going to keep Sam (which we’re not), I’d have to rename him Tigger, because he bounces! all! over! the! place!
2008: No entry.
2007: Later, when I relayed the experience to Fred, he said “You realize that during your entire story, the Benny Hill music was playing in the back of my head, right?”
2006: Meeting Maddy.
2005: What is it with kitties loving to chew on wet hair?