Myrtle’s in charge of keeping an eye (or both of them!) on me.
Daisy’s all “Yeah, I know she’s back there.”
Zelda in the sun (partially).
Jay, in a rare still moment.
Nick’s all “HALLO!”
Myrtle likes to hang out under the curvy scratcher and then pop out and smack passing siblings. She’s like a fuzzy little trapdoor spider.
I was reaching out to grab Zelda and she showed me her teefs.
Here’s Jay!
Mama’s tail continues to be the best toy ever. If you wondered.
“You coming over here to grab me up and kiss me?” Nick wonders. (YUP.)
I swept up some stray litter, and Myrtle expressed her opinion of the broom. Of housework in general, really.
I swear to y’all, I try SO HARD to get pictures of all 4 kittens together, and there’s always one missing (in this case, Zelda.) I think she and Nick have a pact to thwart my hopes and dreams.
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Newt in the sun, pretty sure that I should be offering him some chicken. (He’s wrong. That’s Fred’s job!)
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Jay shows off his upside-down climbing skills. Such a talented boy!
Nick ponders the eternal question: “Is Jay Pie your favorite, lady? Is it really?” (It is! So is Nick Pie.)
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This kinda cute just shouldn’t be legal.
This picture really shows off Myrtle’s gorgeous coloring (and those EYES!) She is such a pretty girl.
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It’s a little bit crazy in the kitten room. Zoom zoom zoom (and a skitterbug or two!)
Jay’s whiskers in the sun are just the CUTEST.
Good night innernets. (The Crate Catsbys)
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Previously
2022: Bramble had Feelings.
2021: Slapjack has a sleepy.
2020: Carmelita is so adorable I could just squoosh her flat.
2019: No entry.
2018: Deanzilla and the tiny tongue.
2017: “We can slack if we want to, lady.”
2016: Here we have Ken Adams on top, Susie inside, all “NO THIS IS MINE!” and Art Vandelay keeping an eye on things.
2015: This one kills me dead every single day.
2014: No entry.
2013: “NO, I DON’T WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU!”
2012: Nothin’ cuter than a ::FLOOF::ing kitten. Unless it’s a ::FLOOF::ing kitten who’s hissing.
2011: “Madame, please. I beg of you, stop sniffing my hindquarters. It is so RUDE.”
2010: It appears we’ve got an infestation of kittens again. ::sigh:: WHERE do they come from??
2009: I swear she looks just like a little bulldog.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.