In case you missed it yesterday (there were issues going on with the website that caused it to be down for a good part of yesterday morning and UGH SO FRUSTRATINGGGG; hopefully those issues are past now), we have eyes plinking open all over the place. As of right now, Uno’s the only one without any open eyes. Rummy has one open eye; everyone else has both eyes in various state of open-ness, though I don’t think they’re actually seeing very much with those brand new eyeballs.
Whist had a goopy eye yesterday, so I was in the process of holding her and using a warm wet cloth to wipe off the dried goop from around her eye so I could then put a dab of ointment in, and Canasta said “Nope, I’ll take that,” grabbed her from me, and carried her into the crate. Imagine how thrilled she was when I took Whist back so I could actually put the ointment in her eye. She wasn’t mad, but she did say “I am very disappointed in you, weird lady.”
Whist went right back to sleep.
Pile o’ cute. (Please admire Fizzbin straddling the pile.)
Whist is pretty sure all the other kittens (in this case Rummy) exist to serve as pillows for her.
Pinochle’s all “Wuh?”
Another look at the pile. Is it just me, or (lower middle of the pic) does Pinochle’s tabby patch look like a turkey?
Slapjack and the half-hearted hiss.
I’ve gotten a few questions about the toes, and I don’t know if any of the kittens will have some black beans like their mother. Most of the toes I’m seeing are either pink or this grayish-pink color (on Pinochle’s back toes.) Will they get darker as he gets older? We’ll see!
I think we’ve got Rummy acting as a pillow for Slapjack, Fizzbin and Uno.
The three brown tabbies in a row. Left to right: Whist, Fizzbin and Pinochle.
“UNHAND ME, LADY, OR MY MAMA WILL KILL YOU.”
“You heard her, lady. Put that baby DOWN.”
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Oh, that Khal.
Not only magnificent, but also kind of a goober. The perfect combination!
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Previously
2020: Well, I wasn’t expecting THIS.
2019: Caroline finds the whole bottle-feeding thing I’m doing very odd, but doesn’t seem to have any objections.
2018: Apparently flopping down for a nap was the move she decided on.
2017: Okay, are you ready for the answers to yesterday’s toes quiz?
2016: Meet the Fakers!
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: “Yeah, you come over here and touch my belly again, I’m going to have to put the smack down on you.”
2012: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2011: She loves to thwart me, that brat.
2010: Odds ‘n Ends.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.