It’s a rough life, Gus.
Lalo’s got a lights-on-no-one-home situation going on here.
4 kittens (Gus, Lalo, Mike, Francesca) on the bed, 2 tuxies (Saul (left) and Nacho) on the Ham-mick on the floor. 1 mama (not pictured) elsewhere.
Rough life for (from left) Francesca, Gus, Lalo and Mike.
Gus is showing off those gorgeous eyes again.
Kim was having a little Churu time, and the kittens got wind of the news. Her “Do you believe this?” face is killing me. (Saul and Nacho had better things to do, apparently.)
I got ’em to line up for a bit of a family portrait. Left to right: Gus, Lalo, Francesca and Mike.
And then Lalo, Francesca and Gus kindly lined up so we could see their eyes.
Pretty, pretty Nacho.
Saul’s chillin’. I love it when they flop their front paws over the side of the bed like that.
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As it’s gotten cooler here, I decided it was probably time to put the cats’ heated beds back out. I always put one in Alice’s house, and then one in each of the two pink cubes, all of which are on the screened porch where the cats like to spend the majority of their time. Only I couldn’t find the heated beds anywhere, and I looked in every place I could think of, but nope. I found the one for Alice’s house, but not the others. Had they broken and we threw them away (it seemed unlikely that two would stop working at the same time), had I stashed them in the shed (nope), the foster room (nope), the garage (nope), or the attic (nope)? I finally resigned myself that it would forever be a mystery and decided to at least replace the beds in the pink cubes with clean bedding.
Which is when I realized that in late spring, when I was putting away the heated beds, my mind went on vacation mid-task, and I never took the heated beds out of the pink cubes. They were there all summer long, merrily keeping those pink cubes nice and warm (which explains why the cats went nowhere near them all summer long.)
On the up side, at least now I know where the heated beds are!
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Rabbit rabbit rabbit.
From Wikipedia: “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is a superstition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbits” and/or “white rabbits” aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.
Happy November 1st!
🎶JUST HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING RING-TING-TINGLING TOOOOO. just hear those sleigh bells jingling ring-ting-tingling too🎶
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Saul likes to walk around with a toy in his mouth and growl at the other kittens to warn them away from stealing HIS TOY. Were the other kittens at ALL interested in his toy? NOPE. (You’ll see Gus thinks this is a fun game and joins in too!)
Once again, the difference in Francesca’s (left) and Gus’s eye colors fascinates me.
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Mike’s snug as a bug. I don’t think I’ve seen him burrow around under the rug before, but I guess you’ve gotta take your fun where you can find it.
“Mama says the truck’s got termites. She says she can hear ’em gnawing all night long. Monch monch monch.” (Saul)
Good night innernets. (Mike)
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Previously
2021: Sammy didn’t floof until he realized that Nikki and Barry had floofed, and then he was all “Oh man, I didn’t realize this was a formal occasion!” and quickly put on his suit.
2020: Annie Oakley always looks so SUSPICIOUS.
2019: No entry.
2018: “LOOKIT MY TEEF AND FEAR ME.”
2017: Hubble looks at me and asks “HOW is this HAPPENING?!”
2016: Kittens from above.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: HATurday.
2012: Fred laughed and said “God, he was SO UGLY.” Which, exCUSE me, offensive! Hmph.
2011: Alice may be all grown up, but she still plays like a kitten!
2010: Please do not be jealous of my fancy photo studio.
2009: “I heard they was servin’ chocolate pudding at the Senior Center. Outta my WAY!”
2008: No entry.
2007: “Um, NO. There is NO ROOM on the platform, so move away. MOVE AWAY, I say!”
2006: No entry.
2005: Tragic.