Last night when Canasta was eating, Charlie SHOT through the foster room door when Fred walked in, and we let him (Charlie, that is) stay for a moment before we put him back out. Uno saw him and went insta-floof. (The other kittens didn’t see him.)
Canasta is still not wanting Charlie in the foster room, and to be honest Charlie hasn’t been wailing at the door very much lately (probably because Canasta was so mean to him last time we let him in for a few minutes.)
Pinochle hanging out in the scratcher. As you do.
The kittens LOVE this scratcher. (I am told it came from Petsmart a few months back; it was gifted to the kittens when a friend’s cat wasn’t interested (and it is a bit small for a regular sized adult cat), but I don’t see it on the Petsmart site unfortunately or I’d link to it.)
Whist is keeping an eye on me.
Fizzbin in the fruitasan.
Three little kittens in the Toastycat bed.
Helping Mama eat lunch.
Fizzbin’s all “Watchin’ you, lady.”
Pinochle lying in the Toastycat bed, regarding his toes. As you do.
It’s a Mama-and-Pinochle pie!
Rummy and a catnip baguette (and my foot.)
Slapjack really likes the top of that little cat tree.
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Dewey, daydreaming.
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Previously
2020: Pablo’s turn! His loony little face kills me.
2019: Basket full o’ cute.
2018: No entry.
2017: “::GUFFAW:: YOU IS FUNNY, LADY!”
2016: “So THAT’s how you use that thing!” she said, and then did a tiny ::thlurrp:: of her own.
2015: “Hey. HEY. I’ma slap you upside the head with that camera, lady.”
2014: Mariette needs to work on her balance. She looks a bit tippy here.
2013: No entry.
2012: Logie desperately wants to be Furminated.
2011: She deserves a little time to herself!
2010: “Am I to be punished for NOT being a harlot?”
2009: No entry.
2008: I touched her on the head once or twice, and she stared at me and shook.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.