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Attention please: Sandy O, please report to me – mizrobyn (at) gmail.com – so that I can properly thank you for the items you sent off of our Amazon wish list! (Amazon usually provides a code for me to scan, so that I can email a thank you, and for some reason they didn’t this time!)
For that matter – if you sent something and haven’t received a thank you, please let me know (email is best). There were a few things Amazon didn’t include a gift note with, and I would hate anyone to think I’m not incredibly grateful!
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I don’t think any of the kittens are going to be floofy – they always look floofy at this age – but if any of them are, my money’s on Sydney because of the curls behind her ears.
I assure you there are 4 kittens (and one Tina) in this picture.
This one too!
Carmy has begun looking out of the crate. He’s still too little to try climbing out (but give it a minute!)
And back to the milk bar.
Such a bunch of CUTIES.
Tina left the crate for a bite to eat, and Sydney took a wander around the crate.
While (from left) Jeff, Richie and Carmy stayed in the back of the crate.
Saturday morning, I put collars on Jeff and Sydney so that we (y’all) can tell them apart. I’ve never had a problem with collars because I’m so careful about checking and double-checking them several times a day, and both Sydney and Jeff were perfectly fine with wearing them. But as soon as I got the collars on them, I started feeling… worried? Anxious? Some indefinable dread-like feeling? I checked them and checked them again and all was fine, but after about an hour I just went ahead and took the collars off.
I’m sure they’d have been fine if I’d left the collars on them, but I didn’t want to worry about something that was in my control – when it comes down to it, I CAN tell Jeff and Sydney apart when it’s important (she’s darker than he is, and has a white splotch on her lower belly that looks much like a bikini bottom). Tina objected to the bit of fingernail polish that I put on Sydney’s ear last week – I think it was the smell – so I’m going to get some nontoxic paint and try a dab of that instead. If Tina objects to that, then I’ll give up and maybe try the collars again when they’re older.
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Newt’s keeping a close eye on whatever’s going on over THERE (Khal was sleeping in the middle of the floor.)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Carmy is 2 weeks old! Here he is wearing his crown at 4 days old and 2 weeks old. I’d say he’s grown a BIT. As of yesterday, he weighed 11.3 ounces/320.35 grams – which is about average for 2 week old kittens, at least the ones I’ve raised (pretty sure I’ve mentioned that I’ve passed a law banning underweight kittens here at Love & Hisses. I won’t have it, you hear me?) He’s showing more interest in the world around him – is toddling to the mouth of the crate to look out at the room (and at me.) In the next week his ears will migrate more toward the top of his head, he’ll show even more interest in the world beyond the crate, and teeth will start to emerge.
Eye report: Jeff’s got one open eye, Richie’s got one eye starting to open, and Sydney’s got one eye mostly open. I guess these guys signed up for the slow-open eyeballs. That’s fine, they’ll open when they’re ready – I imagine by the end of the weekend it’ll be nothing but big bright eyes in that crate.
Perfection. (Jeff)
It’s not Thlurrrpsday, but who cares? Not this girl! (Thlurrrping Tina pie? My favorite!)
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Dispatches from the crate: conversations with mama Tina.
Kitten pie! (My favorite!) From left: Richie, Sydney, Jeff & Carmy.
Good night innernets. (from left: Richie, Sydney (center), Jeff & Carmy)
Carmy’s having a hard time getting going this morning… which is fine, because he’s got a schedule of “nursing whenever possible, wandering around the crate and some light napping” for today.
Sydney says “What’m I looking at, here?”
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More conversations with Tina. (I did pick up Sydney and put a tiny bit of ointment in her eye. Tina is actually okay with me handling the kittens, though she likes to be RIGHT THERE to snoopervise. As long as the kittens don’t cry, she’s fine. If they do cry, she gives me A Look until I put them back.)
Good night innernets. (Jeff, Richie, Sydney & Carmy)
Rabbit rabbit rabbit. 🐰 (Carmy) From Wikipedia: “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is a superstition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbits” and/or “white rabbits” aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.
Good morning from the milk bar! (The patrons, from left: Sydney, Richie, Carmy, Jeff)
When I put the kittens in the pie plate (which is just for a moment so I can change out the bedding in the crate – which I only do when it’s soiled), Tina is always very near by. As long as they don’t cry, she doesn’t worry, is just there to reassure them. (If they do cry, I hurry up and get the blanket changed out so I can move them back ASAP!)
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Carmy would like to tussle, but Jeff (it is Jeff, not Sydney as I initially thought) says “Dude, I’m still little. Wait a few days.”
Good night innernets. (Jeff & Richie)
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Previously
2023: No entry.
2022: Lalo, bein’ cute. AS USUAL.
2021: Hannah Hollandaise is all “I got it! I got!” (Spoiler: she didn’t.)
2020: Feelin’ thlurrrpy.
2019: Josephine’s all “No, lady. You not ask him if he’s the baby. I just got him to sleep!”
2018: “Excuse you, lady, we’d like some PRIVACY.”
2017: No entry.
2016: “What doin’, weird lady?”
2015: Wordless Wahhhhdnesday.
2014: One of the cats in this picture is going home tonight!
2013: “Nothin’ stop Jon Snow. I go where I WANTS.”
2012: No entry.
2011: “Y’all can keep partying, but I’m going to bed. It’s exhausting, being this cute.”
2010: Without BolitarZilla around to hiss and smack at them, I think they’ll be okay.
2009: “GIVE me that camera!”
2008: Laundress Kitteh despairs at the task before her.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I guess they haven’t spent enough time in carriers to know that they’re supposed to be scared of them.