I weighed the kittens yesterday. At the large end there’s Phinneas, who weighed in at a pound and 7 ounces. On the petite end, there’s Beulah who only gained an ounce in the last week, and now weighs a whopping 9.5 ounces.
When I fretted about her weight, Fred pointed out that she’d gained 12% of her body weight. And then I thought about it some more and decided that she acts just like a healthy kitten, she’s just tiny. So I’m not going to worry about it.
The other kittens were all right around 1 pound 2 – 3 ounces.
Elijah says “You think you can kick my tail? Bring it ON, little sister!”
“I said… bring it ON!”
“Hey.. you’re stronger than you look!”
“Ow! My cheek!”
“Okay. You win. You’re tiny, but you’re the champ! (At least until next time…)”
On the other side of the room (or really, the same side of the room at a different time…):
Jasper says to Phinneas, “You think you’re so bad? You’re not bad. I am bad, and you are not. You wanna fight? You wanna FIGHT?”
“Really? That’s all you’ve got, you bowl me over and you think you’ve WON?”
“Okay, wait! I was kidding! I WAS KIDDING! Ow!”
Tiny Beulah in the sun.
“Bleh. My foot tastes funny…”
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Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Did I miss the part (skimmah!) about the Mom cat? Where is she? Unless it’s a sad/tragic story, then I don’t want to know!