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It’s a Dewey pie! (My favorite!)
Sometimes nap time ends for me, but it continues on for the kittens, which I think is kind of rude.
Huey in the sun.
Dewey and Huey pause mid-tussle.
All eyes on me. From left: Louie, Dewey (back) and Huey.
I can’t decide whether Huey is giving me attitude here, or if the sun is melting him. Maybe both!
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Kittens in the crate looking at…
Mama, who’s waiting for some pettin’.
Kittens in the crate, rolling around like they haven’t a care.
“Watchin’ you, lady,” says Pumpernickel.
Pumpernickel on the left, Crouton on the right.
The milk bar patrons, from left: Ciabatta, Pita, Pumpernickel, Babka & Crouton.
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Charlie enjoys some sunshine and warm concrete.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
There’s the February 2025 calendar page all set. ☑️ (Louie, looking at Linzer, who’s looking at Ivy.)
Edited to add: In other words, for the 2025 calendar, I am going to use this picture of Louie in February. Louie is looking at Linzer (February 2024), who is looking at Ivy (February 2023.)
I was trying to get a picture of the way I’ve been carrying Dewey around recently. The top picture is using selfie mode on my phone. I didn’t think it had come out all that well, so I turned the camera around and took a mirror shot, and the way Dewey is looking at the phone like he’s approving the angle just cracks me UP.
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Kittens in the crate being adorable… and kittens at the milk bar being adorable. They’re 3 weeks old – being adorable is what they DO.
Fun fact (I always forget that not everyone knows this) – before kittens are old enough to use the litter box (which usually starts around 4 weeks, though it takes a week or two beyond that for them to perfect their skills), their mother stimulates them to urinate or defecate by licking their back ends. And then she consumes the output. And while yes, that sounds UNBELIEVABLY gross to us, mother cats truly don’t seem to mind. Once the kittens start eating on their own (which usually comes AFTER they’ve figured out the litter box), it changes the taste of their urine and feces, and mother cats stop pottying the kittens.
There’s your interesting information for the day, and hopefully you weren’t eating lunch.
Not the best picture, but I’ve been trying to get a shot of Pumpernickel (left) and Crouton side by side, and finally managed it. (From this angle it looks like Crouton is bigger than Pumpernickel, but he’s actually the bigger kitten.)
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Dewey and Louie, in my lap, are purring like crazy (Huey was busy playing, you can hear him in the background.)
Oh good lord, come OUT of the crate already, ya little slackers! (From left: Crouton, Pumpernickel, Pita’s face is kind of buried in the very back (but you can see her toes), Ciabatta is in front of her, and Babka’s in the very front.)
Good night innernets. (Louie)
Late breaking news! I walked into the room to see if Crumpet’s litter box needed to be scooped before I went to bed, and found her lying in front of the crate with Ciabatta toddling nearby. He toddled around for a few moments, then turned around and went into the crate and looked out at me.
I never expected Ciabatta to be the first one out!
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Previously
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: No entry.
2019: No entry.
2018: No entry.
2017: No entry.
2016: Newt is clearly thinking “THIS idiot.”
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: The permanent residents take a turn at Da Bird.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Everyone needs a nightly Snackin’ Time!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.