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A few outtakes from the lined-up picture of the kittens that I shared on social media yesterday. These crack me UP.
Sundrop’s havin’ a starvation, and he doesn’t care who knows it.
Poppi joins in on the complaining.
Moxie has a thlurrrp while the others are very very serious.
A triple thlurrrp situation, while Fanta is all “I ain’t gonna thlurrrp, and you can’t make me.”
We’ve got a lights-on, no-one-home situation going on here with Moxie.
It’s hard to tell where Poppi ends and the cushion begins!
Sundrop has a sleepy.
So does Fanta. What a lazy day!
Following the sun around the room. (I really wish the foster room – and my bedroom, for that matter – got more sun than it does.)
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Charlie loves spring.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
11 weeks old! They’re going for their spay/neuters on Wednesday (and will come back here to recuperate. Mama Sodapop, of course, was spayed several weeks ago.) They grow so fast!
Sodapop has a moment of peace and quiet.
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Sweet sleepy Fanta, and then Sundrop are all purrr purrr purrrrrrrr.
I wish I’d managed to get Moxie’s face in this picture, but alas. I’ve wanted to get a side-by-side shot of Poppi and Moxie’s tails to show how much they look alike. Poppi’s tail is like the dilute version of Moxie’s tail (and they are both ADORABLE.)
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Sundrop being a goofball. That boy cracks me UP.
I could not find Fanta ANYWHERE, looked high and low for him, and was beginning to think he’d somehow escaped the upstairs, when I thought to look in the condo in the bottom of the cat tree, and there he was, all “What? Just takin’ a nap!”
Good night innernets. (Poppi)
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Previously
2024: It took these kittens no time at all to find the top of my desk, and I am very glad that I already had the keyboard cover in place.
2023: No entry.
2022: I was going to tell the story about how Charlie ran face-first into the fence the other day, but in his defense there was a bird on the other side, so he wasn’t paying attention to the fence.
2021: And of course we know Whist by her tabby wings.
2020: So please know that what we want is what’s best for the kittens and cats we foster, we’re not just going about this willy-nilly.
2019: I myself know of no one who is ready, willing and able to adopt 7 cats at once and if you do, you might’ve mentioned that before now!
2018: Nope. Too early. Back to bed, innernets.
2017: No entry.
2016: I feel like Ken is trying to pick a fight here.
2015: Gilda’s wearing her hissypants.
2014: “I WILL NOT look to see if the ceiling fan is still up there. WILL NOT.”
2013: “THAT LADY KEEPS TAKIN’ MY PICTURE. SOMEBODY MAKE HER STOP!”
2012: No entry.
2011: Here at Crooked Acres, one must be properly attired when exploring. It’s one of the things I insist upon!
2010: What they didn’t address in that article is whether people who have cats are 30% MORE likely to have a stroke after they step in a cold pile of cat vomit in the middle of the night.
2009: Elijah and Phinneas would like you to know that it’s endlessly exhausting to be so cute.
2008: Pile o’ monkehs.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Fanta looks so grown up in that second to last photo (in this blog post), I had to check the copyright name. What a looker!
Someone has a squeaky purr, and I suspect it’s Fanta, he who’s been purring since he was a teeny tiny – that still amazes and delights me, by the way! He is going to be someone’s forever purrbaby, isn’t he? 😀
Veeeeery belatedly, regarding Sodapop and her boys going home together, I wondered for a second or two if the reference to having kittens to play with might’ve been a stealth suggestion of… but then I said nah, no way. So you got me!
I think you can actually see the brain cell leaving Fanta’s head in that first picture