Remember the Easter Camper and how I was all “Holds up really well!”?
Famous last words.
First they cave the roof in. So every time I walked into the room, I’d pop the roof back up.
Then they started just totally taking it apart.
I’d put it back together, they’d take it apart.
And they were just so PROUD of themselves.
Finally, they just chewed through the tabs and made it impossible to put it back together.
(If I had taped the tabs down when I first put it together, it’d probably have held together a bit longer. But alas! I totally forgot, and by the time I thought of it, it was too late. RIP Easter Camper!)
“You won’t remember next time either, lady.” Jocasta’s right. I won’t.
At least the wooden furniture is holding up. (Famous last words, right?)
Little slackers in the sunshine.
Marsali in the little pink Adirondak chair; Jamie in the sunshine with the crazy eyes.
Ian’s all “I would never destroy a cardboard camper. I’m little Mister Innocent.”
And Fergus is all “Oh, I would. I’m chew that thing to bits.”
Angus and Lord John are all “Yeah, we chewed it. And we ain’t sorry.”
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Charlie and Khal, keeping me company at bed time.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that Brianna and Roger were in the litter box (which is why I had a picture of all the other kittens and not those two.) I got a few “Together?!” comments that leads me to believe that not everyone knows that kittens DO NOT go to the litter box alone. If one of them is in there, another one’s on the way to join. It’s the RULES. Here’s some proof. (Poor Mama.) (Side note: We have three large litter boxes similar to that one Jocasta is in, and the long, low storage box that all the kittens are in. I scoop 4 times a day at minimum, and sometimes more often. No, it does not stink in my foster room, unless someone has JUST used the litter box.)
Oh that Lizzie with those gorgeous eyes and that sleek fur. She is just the CUTEST.
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That Angus is just the HAPPIEST boy.
Brianna’s all “You’re about to come kiss me, aren’t you, lady?” How’d she know?!
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They’re havin’ a wild time in the kitten room today!
Fergus is all “Paws UP, y’all!”
Good night innernets. (Marsali)
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Previously
2021: No entry.
2020: Uncle Archie and the Fluffles.
2019: No entry.
2018: Kenneth BorkBork Mooperston (the 3rd) and Millie, waiting for a turn in the weird lady’s lap.
2017: Gaston licking the tree. As you do.
2016: Crooked Acres Wednesday: snakes, spiders, bugs and rats.
2015: Sugarbutt
2014: No entry.
2013: They’re fond of the sunshine, is what I’m saying.
2012: Stompers and Jake size each other up.
2011: Ciara pretty much always looks appalled by whatever we’re doing.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “I just don’t see what all the fuss is about, lady.”
2006: No entry.
2005: So, it is done.
Adorable is off the scale in this post, I think it was the Angus video that did me in. 😀
My husband and I were quite boisterous with our laughter at the Easter Camper’s demise story. We are very sorry for your loss and mourn with you over its elimination, but oh the story-telling of its destruction – perfection!!! Hopefully, someone somewhere has a clue on a replacement for you. That Easter Camper was so adorable. Those faces peeking through the windows … melt my heart. But, oh those faces of delight at their engineering capabilities (a.k.a. demolition crew capabilities) … we are enjoying the sites and story. Thank you for sharing your adventure, and loss.
So funny! Just like toddlers, love to destroy things and then act so innocent! All the photos are precious and the video of Angus makes my heart ❤️ MELT. Thank you Robyn, you’re the best kitty foster mom (and photographer) ever! Oh yeah, best sense of humor too! You could take all your stories to comedy clubs around the world! Or a book, perhaps? Happy Wednesday
Bahaha! Sorry -not sorry.
We had a similar playhouse but it was a Christmas-themed castle. Kittens destroyed it. And I DID tape the tabs. Didn’t matter. Little adorable furry gremlins of destruction. 🙂
Hi Robyn, I think you said a while back that Roger is a secret tabby but is Lord John a secret tabby too? It looks like you can see faint stripes in today’s pics where he’s laying on the wreckage of the Easter Camper and in the window hammock with Angus. Sorry if you already mentioned this and I missed it.
I am utterly unsurprised, but the photos were solid gold, lol. Thanks for that.