6-28-22 Tuesday

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Roger’s all “Why you sittin’ on the floor, lady?”

Ian’s lookin’ sleepy.

Angus is havin’ a think.

Jocasta might not be Brianna’s “real” mama, but Brianna certainly doesn’t seem to know (or care).

Jamie’s all “Tryin’ to sleep here, lady.”

Marsali is so stinkin’ cute.

I put lotion on my hands, and Angus and Brianna found it ever so interesting.

You get the idea they really like that box? It’s giving Jenny the crazy eyes.

Lizzie looks like she’s considering her next step, and I bet it’s gonna be trouble.

It’s a rough life, Fergus.

Lord John pie! My FAVORITE, as you know.

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Too hot outside for Jake, I guess. Better to come inside, snuggle up in a warm bed and enjoy some sunshine. Makes sense to me!

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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.

Good morning from Jamie, who would like a quick snuggle if you have a sec.


Look look who it is! It’s Clover and Leo (formerly Athos)! Amy reports that it took a few days of hissing before Leo and Clover became friends, and now they’ve gotten into routine of wrestling/playing and sleeping. Look at that happy little face! They’re considering other names for him but haven’t settled on one yet, so are mostly calling him “tiny one.” ⁠
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(Thanks, Amy!)

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It’s a video made of several pre-feeding time howling sessions. These kittens know the sounds of it almost being time to eat, and they (and mama Jocasta) are pretty sure that howling at me will get me moving faster. (No kittens were starved in the making of this video.)

Roger’s all “You gonna come over here and kiss me, or what?”

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Watch the kittens play! Watch Brianna chase that ball around like a real kitten! It doesn’t take much to amaze me, really.

Angus is on top of the overturned basket minding his own business, Ian is playing with his tail, and Roger HAD been playing with Ian’s tail, but Ian put a stop to that with a well-placed foot.

Good night innernets. (Angus)

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Previously
2021: The permanent residents’ stories.
2020: Okay, so maybe buying an air purifier with all the buttons on top wasn’t the smartest idea…
2019: A surprisingly flattering angle.
2018: He is outraged VERY often.
2017: Girls and their toys.
2016: “I know Uncle Dennis is acting like he wants a hug, but I will not fall into his trap!” thinks the very wise Webster.
2015: And Jake was loonily smug.
2014: Here at Crooked Acres, we like to do all our important cleaning on Saturday, and we make the kittens do the same.
2013: (Or, more accurately: “Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!”)
2012: “Dis my OTHER favorite place to sleep. A man’s gotta have options.”
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”

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