Weekly Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr Roundup.
Kennebunk, scheming.
Floofy little muffinhead. She wasn’t sure whether she liked humans at first, but now Millinocket is usually the first one in my lap.
Good night, innernets. (Buxton)
This picture does not do justice to the the size of Dexter’s belly. (I’m craving a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and just have no idea why.)
Today was one of those days in fostering where I felt like I was (don’t read this if you have a weak stomach or are eating) living the swimming-through-sewage scene in Slumdog Millionaire. It’s stunning how much poop 9 kittens can produce when they’re not feeling well. Luckily they’re cute. (Good night, innernets.)
Buxton’s feeling the outrage.
More outrage! (Actually, it looks more like a giggle than an Open Mouth of Outrage, doesn’t it?)
Gigantic hand, or tiny kitten? (Or both!) (Kennebunk)
Weird lady as cat bed.
Kitten hat. (Note to self: probably best to discourage this particular move.)
Good night, innernets. (Bethel)
Kitten pro tip: if you gots the sneezies, there’s no better place to sneeze than in a human’s hair. And they love it!
“Go away, lady, we is nappin’.” (Otis & Eliot)
Good night, innernets. (Millinocket & Dexter)
Getting our thlurrrp on. (Eliot & Millinocket)
Good night, innernets, from Buxton and his teef.
Good night, innernets. (Eliot & Dexter)
Little hot mess. (Otis)
Good night, innernets, from Dexter and his tiny teef.
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The week in kittens!
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Previously
2017: No entry.
2016: Uncle Dennis!
2015: Let’s not tell Fred about this, okay?
2014: Leapin’ Tuesday.
2013: “I BITE YOU.”
2012: No entry.
2011: “I am NOT faking it. Stop looking at me like that.”
2010: The Bookworms (Bolitar, to be exact!)
2009: Fighting amongst the shoes.
2008: “You want a piece of ME? Because I will mess you UP.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I sure do love these kitties, and MAN am I going to miss them when they’re gone.
Or, Andy Dufresne’s escape to freedom through the septic pipe in The Shawshank Redemption. Hey, wasn’t that set in Maine?!
That Dexter managed to haul his big ol’ tum-tum up the cat tree in the video is admirable.
Poor Otis looks so wet and miserable, I hope that they all feel better.
And I’m not really sure that I’d let diarrheatic kittens on my shoulder or head. You are such a good mommy.