Weekly Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr Roundup.
Say hello to the new guys! On the shelf, we have Iva. In the hammock under her, we have Charleston. Flopped out on the blue cat tree is Chesnee, and behind her is Raleigh. Two girls (Iva & Chesnee) and two boys (Raleigh & Charleston). They’re named after cities in North and South Carolina, so I’m calling the litter “Carolina Kittens”. They’re almost 7 weeks old and were trapped locally here in North Alabama (their mother was tnr’d). They started out scaredy cats, but have come around in the week I’ve had them. They’re big fans of chicken baby food, chewing on everything, climbing the scratcher like monkeys, and running around like their butts are on fire.
Right now. Chesnee is out cold! First time this has happened, and I ain’t movin’ ’til she does!
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Wahhh! Raleigh’s Da BAYbee!
Iva will have you know that she’s a Princess Kitty, thank you very much. Bow down, humans!
Wheeskers in the sun.
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Ugh. Seriously, you guys. CAN WE NOT?
“Good morning, innernets. You awake? You awake yet? I had my morning baby food and now I think it’s nap time. Don’t work too hard, innernets. Hard work’s not good for you.”
Can I interest you in a bowl of Iva for lunch?
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Charleston wants his baby food. Not enough to jump down and come to me for it, but he WANTS it.
Every morning, the Carolina kittens share about half a jar of Gerber chicken baby food. They LOVE it (and it’s the fastest way to their hearts). They get the other half jar in the evening, dolloped over canned food.
Goodnight, innernets. (Chesnee)
Today, they got their baby food off a plate instead of a spoon, to make things easier for me.
Happy Toesday! I think those toeses belong to Chesnee, but I can’t swear to it!
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Charlotte, chasing her tail…
Love that soft little #Iva belly!
All four of The Greasers were adopted tonight! Ponyboy and Two Bit went home together, and Darry and Sodapop went to separate homes. An entire litter adopted in one night – definitely worth the wait!!!
Wahhh! He’s da BAYbee! (Charleston)
Wahhh! Raleigh will have you know that HE is da BAYbee, thank you very much!
“Ess-SCUSE me, my brudders are mistaken, it is very clear that there is only one tabby who can be da BAYbee, and that wee baby tabby is ME!” (Chesnee)
“I AM DA BAYBEE AND DAT IS FINAL!” (Iva)
Nope. Raleigh is quite sure that the title of Da BAYbee is allll his.
“Vote for me in the wahhh-lympics, innernets! You KNOW I’m DaBAYbee!” (Charleston)
I don’t know, this looks more like a giggle than a wahhh. And Chesnee appears to be admiring Raleigh’s belly stripes. Try harder next time, kids!
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And to round off our Wahhhdnesday, a few squeaks from Raleigh.
Chesnee’s got your heart.
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Charlotte is one happy little purrbaby.
Good night, innernets.
Charleston has an occasional fascination with the ceiling fan. He keeps forgetting it’s there, and then rediscovering it. There must not be enough room in his marshmallow fluff brain to retain that information.
I set the treat jar by the door so I’d remember to bring it downstairs and refill it, and the boys put their heads together to figure out how to break into it. FYI, knocking it over didn’t work.
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Iva will have you know that Charlotte isn’t the only goofy girl in the foster room!
Oh, this little CUTIE.
Good night, innernets.
Paws up, y’all!
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Uncle Stefan stuck his paw under the door and Chesnee felt it was prudent to put on her Floof Suit.
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Previously
2015: “HEY GUYS I THINK IT’S SNACK TIIIIIIME!”
2014: Myrtle Beach Thursday.
2013: I can just imagine having to break the toy apart to get a kitten out, and I’d rather not!
2012: That is one seriously grumpy Jake.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: There’s poop. There’s plenty of poop.
2008: Kara comes back.
2007: “Hey! Where ya goin’? Can I go too?”
2006: Momma Kitty thinks you are acting very suspiciously and if you make any sudden moves, she WILL kick your butt.
2005: No entry.
You say “litter box,” we say “Beach!” It’s the best place to play.
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