Leia in the sun. Oh, I annoy that girl so very much, but I can’t help it!
Leia and Jareth, hanging out. I think they’d been taking a nap.
Kate in the sun. She is such a pretty girl.
Watching the kittens run around. Is it just me, or does she have a touch of the Loon going on here?
Jareth, joining Kate on the bed.
Gettin’ flirty.
Kate makes sure those babies stay CLEAN.
Aslan seems a bit disturbed.
Aslan in the sun. This room gets the best morning sun, and the kittens figured that out pretty quickly.
Aslan got a little too happy and went rolling over the side of the bed (but he caught himself before he fell.)
Frances asked yesterday how much the Royals kittens weigh now. They’re all well over two pounds – and Charming is actually three pounds now! You can see their weight chart at the bottom of their page, here. Technically they could all go to be spayed and neutered now, but they can’t have their rabies shot until they’re 12 weeks old, so I opted to just wait and have everything done at once.
The Dragons’ weight chart is at the bottom of their page, here. Size-wise, Scorch is comparable to Charming at the same age (Scorch hit 1 pound yesterday!), but the rest of the Dragons are weighing in lighter than the Royals did at the same age. Norbert was initially the smallest, but he and Ember weighed the same at 8 days old, and now he’s just a bit bigger than she is. They’re both still tiny little peanuts.
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“What doin’, lady?”
Norbert checks Ruth’s toes for cleanliness. He’s the cleanliness police.
Toes, toes everywhere!
Puff gets ever closer to escaping the crate. He hasn’t made it yet, but it won’t be long. And Scorch is right behind him!
Someone asked, last week (or the week before? I don’t remember when) if Scorch was really a tabby, because he just looks like a solid buff kitten. I’m honestly not sure what the official criteria is for a tabby, but he does have subtle stripes on his legs and tail. It wasn’t until I was looking through these pictures that I saw the faint “M” on his forehead. Surely the “M” means he’s a tabby?
I love that Khaleesi’s whiskers are in the side of this picture. She was sitting in my lap, being petted, and keeping an eye on her boys. She’s such an attentive mama.
“Ugh. So. CLOSE!”
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Maxi’s favorite thing to do is sharpen her claws on the tree roots. Well, wait – actually, her favorite thing to do is hang out in the garage all day long, snoozing in her bed in front of the window upstairs like a little lazybones. Her second favorite thing to do is sharpen her claws on the tree roots.
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Previously
2012: “We is having a meeting, and you is not invited. Do we need to call Security?”
2011: No entry.
2010: “I couldn’t help it! I just wanted a snuggle and some canned food! I AM NOT a big baby! Okay, maybe I am. But I had to register my complaint, didn’t I?!”
2009: Yeah, poor babies. It’s a rough life!
2008: I imagine that in the operating room, the surgeon’s going to say “Why is she covered in small cuts [I originally typo’d “small cats”. HA!] from head to toe?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.