Mike’s having a think. (That boy is SO CUTE.)
Francesca would like it known that she, too, is extremely cute.
Nacho, on top of the cat tree. (That’s a yawn, not a yell.)
Across the room, the milk bar was crowded with 4 of the 6 kittens. (Missing: Nacho, who was atop the cat tree. And Lalo.)
AND SUDDENLY: LALO.
Gus in my lap, showing me that I need to trim his claws again, while Saul looks on.
“My claws are fine, you just keep your trimmer to yourself, lady,” says Saul.
Nacho (left) and Saul atop the cat tree in the morning sun.
Lalo and Francesca on the middle level of the cat tree. (This picture series would be complete if Gus and Mike were sleeping on the lower level of the cat tree, but alas. It was not so.)
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Alice Mo rolls around on the warm concrete while talking to her Daddy. (Yo.)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
“I fell asleep a kitten, and woke up a loaf of bread. How’d that happen?!” Saul wonders.
In case you ever wanted to see Saul (left) and Nacho side by side, here you go. They have some seriously fabulous whiskers!
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Saul and Nacho are VERY COMPLAINY that the milk bar appears to be GONE. Where IS it?! It was RIGHT HERE! Oh woe!
“Don’t look, Ethel!”
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When I walk into the room, Saul LOVES to climb up on top of the air purifier and scream his little head off. When there’s food available, does he run over and start eating? Nope. So why’s he screaming? Who knows?!
Gus the couch potato.
Good night innernets. (From Lalo, who fell asleep mid-complaint.)
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Previously
2021: Y’all hush up, now, Hannah’s watching her stories.
2020: Athos looks like he’s lying in a bowl of rainbow sherbet.
2019: No entry.
2018: “If it’s not meant for snackin’, then it shouldn’t be made of yum!”
2017: Phoenix decided to redecorate. “This pad doesn’t go HERE, that’s CRAZY!”
2016: Comfort is relative, I guess.
2015: I know it’s super blurry, but I don’t care. I love this picture so much!
2014: No entry.
2013: Jon Snow’s face is killing me. “WHAT THE (BLEEP) IS THAT?!”
2012: King Magoo in the sun.
2011: “I have had enough of your picture-taking shenanigans, lady. PET ME.”
2010: Corby and Reacher are pretty sure that if they’re under the foliage, you can’t see them, and thus you can’t yell at them to get inside.
2009: Feeling smug about his conquering of the cat tower cubby.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Maddy sadly contemplates the vast expanse of my thigh. How will she ever cross it and reach freedom?!
2005: I sure hope they get adopted together.
Saul on his air purifier soapbox — CUTE!! Probably he’s still telling you all about that one time when he woke up as a loaf of bread.
Alice, you lovely calico!
Do you think Mike will stay small? Or do you think he will be a big boy?
I actually think he might stay on the small side – his paws are fairly small and delicate compared to the others’ paws. (Of course, take that opinion with a grain of salt… we thought Alice was going to “never weigh more than 7 pounds.” HA.)
It’s yelling time. Therefore Saul will yell.
Every day is Yellin’ Day as far as Saul’s concerned!