I’ve started bringing the kittens downstairs to explore and to meet Uncle Charlie (and whichever other permanent residents are around). Pardon these pictures – the lighting in the living room is terrible (we’ll be fixing that soon). Also, I have not had a chance to bring Kudzu and Mondo down yet, but they’re next.
Clover took a look at Charlie, arched his back a bit, but did not floof.
“Who was that kitty?” Clover wondered.
Hollyhock checked out the big cat tree.
Then she gave Uncle Charlie the ol’ once-over.
“That kitten just told me I’m weird. Hmph.”
Then she came back to sniff Uncle Charlie’s paws (while, in the background, Bramble explored.)
Hollyhock and Uncle Charlie flirted.
And then Uncle Charlie decided he had other places to be.
Clover stood on the bottom step and looked at Uncle Newt. Uncle Newt said “Kid, don’t you dare come over here. I hate kittens.”
Clover said, “He’s rude.”
It’s a Mimosa pie. She’s ready to ditch that onesie, and this morning it’s going to come off and STAY off.
(Mimosa’s going home today!)
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Pay no attention to her Resting Alice Face; I assure you: Alice is enjoying the warm weather.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) over the weekend.
It’s not Thlurrrpsday, but ask Mondo if he cares. (He does not. He’ll thlurrrp when he wants to!)
Well THAT looks comfy. (Hollyhock, Bramble, and down to the left a little bit of Clover.)
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Here’s proof that Clover DOES play, he doesn’t just lie around and sleep. He just prefers to play one-on-one with another kitten or two, or by himself, he doesn’t like being in the middle of a crowd.
My office assistants are slacking. (Bramble, Clover behind him, and Mondo over to the right.)
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Tossing toys for kittens (and Clover has a snooze.)
Oh that Clover. He is just the CUTEST, with the most SERIOUS little face.
Clover’s meet & greet went okay this afternoon. He doesn’t “show” well, because he’s timid and reserved and does things in his own time. The potential adopters were SO patient with him, finally got to get a few pets in and Clover even purred a bit at the end.
They’re going to think about it, discuss it as a family, and let me know if they’d like to go ahead with the adoption, and I’ll let y’all know either way. (They have cats, including one who isn’t 2 years old yet, so Clover would not be an only cat.)
Good night innernets. (Kudzu)
Kudzu and Bramble have guilty little faces.
Hollyhock, smilin’ in the sun.
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Sleepy purring Clover… and sleepy sleeping Bramble!
Good night innernets. (Clover)
When the kittens are harassing Mimosa, she comes to find me and says “Lady, control your kittens.” (Bramble’s face is killing me. “Where’d the milk bar GO?!”)
I take the onesie off of Mimosa first thing in the morning, and for a few hours the kittens leave her alone because they’re too busy racing around like wild things. But then someone realizes she’s not wearing it, and they alert the others, they start bugging her, and so the onesie goes back on. She doesn’t LOVE the onesie, but she doesn’t really mind it either, and it doesn’t stop her from doing anything she wants to do. I’m sure she’ll be glad to take it off FOREVER soon, though.
Kudzu realized Mimosa wasn’t wearing the onesie. Mimosa’s all “Tryin’ to sleep, here.” (Alternately: It’s a Kudzu-Mimosa pie! MY FAVORITE!)
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Mimosa was snoozing on that piece of cardboard when Hollyhock and Mondo came to sniff around for the milk bar, so she got up and stomped off. Then Mimosa tried to lead me to the food plate (which still had food on it, but she wanted something fresh, I guess.)
Is that a Mondo pie? It is! My favorite!
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Mimosa was watching birds, and the kittens were watching her tail twitch. Mama’s tail: best toy ever!
Good night innernets. (Bramble)
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Previously
2021: Canasta was adopted this morning and is headed home to Seattle.
2020: No entry.
2019: Ma has defeeted that pair of socks. (See what I did there?)
2018: “I CAN BE THE BAYBEE IF I WANNA.”
2017: “LADY THIS APPEARS TO KEEP HAPPENING,” said Roux.
2016: Ken “Moe” Adams gets his Kravitz on.
2015: “But… I don’t WANT a new little brother!”
2014: Meet the new guys! (Gilbert, Grant, and Marshall)
2013: “I SAID NO MORE PITCHERS, LAYDEE!”
2012: This boy spends a LOT of time chasing, grabbing, and biting his tail.
2011: “But *I* wanna watch those wacky Real Housewives!” says Dorothy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: She was howling, she was screaming, she was hissing, she was spitting.
Love the running dialog in your post today. Are you sure you don’t want to write a short story or something? How about a collection of shorts from litters past? With pics, man, that would be juicy!
seconded. come for the cat pix, stay for the delightful snark!
Yay for Mimosa going home today! Also, I would adopt Clover if I were nearby — I always adopt the scaredy-cat.
I wish we could get a picture of Mimosa with her new family. I am so excited for her!
Congratulations Mimosa!!! Enjoy your new life and new family!
Now I’ve got “He can thlurrp if he wants to” playing in my head!
(“We can dance if we want to”, from The Safety Dance, by Men Without Hats. 1982!)
‘Cause your friends don’t thlurrp and if they don’t thlurrp, well they’re no friends of mine!
hahaha!
The expression on Uncle Charlie’s face when Hollyhock was sniffing his paw was just so perfect. She was very brave and he is indeed an indulgent uncle who wouldn’t hurt a flea-or kitten.
He really is a good uncle – he swatted at her once, but didn’t come anywhere near making contact.