Weekly Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr Roundup.
Just hangin’ out behind the blinds, maybe spying on the neighbors. You got a problem with that?
Tiny Basket of Chip.
The moment I decided the kitten nails were due for a trimming. #snik
“Sigh.” Poor #Belle, always with the #milkbar duties.
Good night, innernets. (Mrs. Potts)
Lumiere always looks so amazed by everything.
Good night, innernets. (We hope you don’t have jerk neighbors like ours, who are still setting off fireworks at nearly midnight. At least none of the cats or kittens are bothered by it. Wish the humans weren’t!) (Mrs. Potts)
Come on, Chip, you can do it! (He was able to pull himself through, but it was a bit of a struggle!)
Mama needs a minute, kids. #ThereAreSoManyOfThemAndTheyAllNeedBaths #calgontakemeaway
Good night, innernets. #BeepBeep #GastonTheKitten
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Good night, innernets. (Chip and Mrs. Potts)
I thought Ressler was going to get stuck, but he slid right through!
Good night, innernets. (Lumiere)
Uh oh – this kitten appears to be stuck in a tree. Someone call the fire department!
“Okay, so, I was NOT spying on the neighbors but you’ve GOTTA see THIS!” #kravitzing #ABNER
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First video: the week in kittens, Roux & Praline edition. Stalking sisters and huntin’ flies.
Second video: The Week in Kittens: Belle and the Beasts edition. I might have thrown a couple of extra “Chip’s Da BAYBee!” clips in there for good measure.
And if you’d like a video consisting solely of Chip telling me how he’s da BAYbee, here you go.
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Previously
2016: No entry.
2015: Then Carlin came along and was all “WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”
2014: “I am anti-shenanigan.”
2013: “Hey guys, look! I gots poop between my toes! It’s a poopicure!”
2012: Could it be Sheriff Mama, who used to be on the side of good, but has apparently gone over to the dark side?
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “Hey, guys! There are BIRDS out there!”
2008: Truly, he is SUCH a Momma’s boy.
2007: The worst part of the whole experience was finally getting hold of Tommy and starting to climb down the fence, and Tommy losing his mind, clawing at me, getting free, and leaping onto the ground from about ten feet up.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.