Line ’em up! From left: Myrtle, Nick, Zelda and Jay.
Zelda on the pink chair, Nick underneath, and Myrtle enjoying some sunshine.
Myrtle shows off those pretty eyes.
Jay puts the ol’ chomperoo on Myrtle.
Zelda’s such a little poser. (And Nick under the chair is cracking me up.)
Myrtle and Zelda have a tussle.
I love Myrtle back there, reaching for Zelda’s tail.
Jay in the sun.
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Post-bottle Plover.
Starling and Plover in my lap (and Rufous headed that way.)
Starling was juuust about to roll off my lap (not on purpose), but I caught her in time. (Check out that delightful spotted belly.)
Rufous is all “Oh, hallo.”
Wren and Rufous are havin’ a tussle. These two have gotten SUPER playful in the past few days.
Plover has located the bottle, in case you were concerned.
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Rocco on the front porch, out cold. That boy can sleep anywhere, I swear.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
The Catsbys are 10 weeks old, and look how grown up! They are going for their spay/neuters on June 13th. They grow so fast!
See their weight chart here.
Line ’em up! Nick in the back, and (from left) – Jay, Zelda and Myrtle.
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Plover has complaints (those complaints being “There is not a bottle in my mouth at this moment”) and then Plover (post-bottle), feeling good.
If you think you’re taking Plover’s bottle away, you’d better think again.
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Rufous likes to stomp out into the living room and look around and ignore me when I call him. (He is just so CUTE.)
Yes, Daisy IS polydactyl, thank you for noticing.
Good night innernets. (Wren, who climbed up into my arm, flopped over on her side, and went immediately to sleep. In my lap: Rufous and Starling.)
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Previously
2022: Kudzu shows off those gorgeous eyes.
2021: Pinochle says “SMIIIIIILE!”
2020: No entry.
2019: You know Pa can wear a hat (and doesn’t he look dashing?)
2018: She might be just a little bit over this whole mothering thing.
2017: “Tastes like ornj!”
2016: The Fakers kittens are now gone, and this house is QUIET.
2015: Louis, having a perturbed moment.
2014: Oh, this one. I just want to kiss him and kiss him, and he has no time for me.
2013: “This litter isn’t fresh like I like it. I bet this is left over. I prefer it fresh from the bag.”
2012: “SOMETHING TOUCHED MY TAIL. IS IT A MONSTER? IT’S A MONSTER, ISN’T IT? OH, I AM TOO SCARED TO LOOK! SAVE ME!”
2011: I don’t know what kitten tails taste like, but they must be really tasty given all the chewing that goes on.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Such a little lunatic.
2007: (I didn’t see it myself, but apparently it was quite the sight to behold.)
2006: No entry.
2005: They’re little playing machines.