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Huey really likes the tunnel bed.
“Is very cool, lady.”
Judging by the crazy eyes, Dewey agrees.
Time for the ol’ chomperoo!
Louie’s all “Can you tell them to keep it down? I’m tryin’ to sleep, here!”
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A crate of sleepy kittens.
Pumpernickel knows I’m looking at him.
Babka is a handful (and is clearly thinking “What are we doing?”)
Left to right: Ciabatta, Pita (back), Crouton (in front of Pita), Babka (examining the floor of the crate), and Pumpernickel.
Meanwhile, Crumpet gets scritches.
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Alice is looking at me like “I thought you were Daddy, but you are not. Am disappointed.”
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
The Crumbs are 2 weeks old (as of yesterday) and this is what they look like! All eyes are open, ears are marching toward the tops of their heads, and they seem to be ever so skeptical of me, which seems appropriate for the age. Everyone’s gaining weight very well – Crouton is the smallest kitten and Ciabatta (who is a CHUNK) is the largest.
It is a possibility that Pumpernickel, Crouton and possibly Pita might be on the floofy side – but they always look floofy at this age, so I’m not swearing by it. We’ll see!
ATTENTION: the Ducklings (from left: Huey, Dewey and Louie) are now officially adoption pending – TOGETHER. Yes, all three are going together! 🎉 They’re going for their neuter surgeries in two weeks, and will go home around mid-March. For now, we get to just enjoy them, which is SUCH a hardship for me, as you can imagine. 😉
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Is it a bed or a jungle gym? When the Ducklings get involved, it’s apparently BOTH.
Crouton is just the sweetest little handful.
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3 minutes of the Crumbs. Hissing, toddling, being checked on by Mama. They’re 2 weeks old now, and SO much more aware of the world around them. It’s always so fun to watch this process.
Good night innernets. (Huey and Dewy… and Mister Frog, who is all “Heyyyy!”)
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Previously
2023: Linzer’s face just kills me. “Lady! NO! You can’t be here, listening to secret kitty meetings! It is FORBIDDEN!”
2022: “No kittens for you, lady.”
2021: “Harassing me until I give birth in self-defense has never worked for you before, lady. WON’T YOU BE MY VALENTINE?!”
2020: She left us as peacefully as we could have hoped for, the very best girl to the end.
2019: The Half Pints, named.
2018: As it turns out, I didn’t get a pregnant mama.
2017: It’s ‘tudes-day for Dewey.
2016: No entry.
2015: No entry.
2014: Bath time for EVERYone!
2013: SuperLunk is on the job as well!
2012: He has a way with the lady cats, that husband o’ mine.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I realllllllllly don’t want the permanent residents of the house to go into double-digit territory.
2007: “Let’s pee in her bed!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.