Daisy is turning out to be a most excellent napping companion.
In case you were curious.
But then again, sometimes she prefers to hang out by the window and watch the birds and bugs flit by.
Jay loves the ham-mick at the end of my bed. (And yes, the older he gets, the more often I mistake him for his mother – and vice versa – at first glance.)
I got this pop-up tent out of the closet the other day, and Nick immediately claimed it.
Zelda wonders if you’ve heard about her toes.
Myrtle’s having a bit of an existential crisis, it appears.
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Plover/Tater specializes in the CUTE poses, thank you very much.
And when she’s not busy posing cutely, she’s busy taking down her bigger siblings. Looks like she’s got Wren pinned down.
Rufous really likes this bed. “Is comfy!”
“No really, lady, is super duper comfy.”
Plovetato’s all “Those are some delightful spots on your belly, Rufous, but sorry, no room up here for you!”
Starling the lapkitten.
Starling’s all “No, you go ahead and go to sleep, Tater. If she brings out the bottle, I’ll wake you up!”
“You promise?”
“I promise! Eventually I’ll wake you up if there’s a bottle, if there’s any left!”
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I swear Newt LIVES on Fred’s bed during the day. He occasionally gets up, wanders around, complains a little, but then back on the bed he goes. Must be comfy.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Just in case you were on the fence about possibly adopting Daisy, let me sweeten the deal: not only does she come with extra toes, I’ll also throw in this awesome box, for free. Where else you gonna get a deal like that? (Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info (at) ffhsv.org to inquire.)
Myrtle really likes to toss this CatLadyBox catnip bowtie toy in the air. She’s such a funny girl!
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When Daisy decides that the milk bar is closed, it’s CLOSED.
(Yes, Myrtle and Jay are eating solid food. They still comfort nurse whenever Daisy will let them, and as you can see, she has no problem getting up and walking away when she’s decided she’s done with their nonsense.)
Uh oh, the Plovetato’s watching. ACT COOL, Y’ALL.
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Wren and Plover are having a good time playing; Starling and Rufous are being slackers in my lap.
Nick’s all “Wow, they’re not kidding. I AM an awfully good-lookin’ fellow.”
(Nick is available for adoption. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info (at) ffhsv.org to inquire.)
Good night innernets. (Starling and her mousie.)
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Previously
2022: As mentioned, we’re having work done on the house this week, so we’re checking into a hotel this afternoon and will be spending a few nights there.
2021: Pinochle requests that you SMIIIIIIIIIILE.
2020: No entry.
2019: “But why is it WET?!” Almanzo wonders.
2018: The five-kitten pie, baked fresh this morning.
2017: Goodness me, Andouille, that is QUITE the school picture smile you’ve got going on there.
2016: George.
2015: “What up, laydees?”
2014: MEET THE NEW GUYS!
2013: “Lady, there’s BIRDS out there. How do I get to them?”
2012: “And also ::GROWL::” said Sugarbutt.
2011: Miss Dorfy has gone to her forever home in… (drumroll) St. Louis!
2010: No entry.
2009: “Who, me?”
2008: Kara’s all “Really? We’re still doing this, seven weeks later? REALLY? Are you KIDDING me?”
2007: Speaking of Maxi and Newt, I have to say – they are some tiny, tiny cats.
2006: No entry.
2005: If I could just bottle that energy.