After I vacuumed the entire house Saturday – including the foster kitten room – I went upstairs to hang out with the kittens and they were nowhere to be found.
There was, however, a small lump hiding under the bedspread on my bed. I patted it gently, and it chirruped at me. I laid down on the bed and talked to it, and it got excited, ran around in circles trying to remember how to get out from under the bedspread, then it stopped moving and made a sad sound. I lifted up the bedspread to see Delmar sitting there, and when he saw me, he got excited and ran over to me and snuggled up to me.
These kittens are so sweet they’re going to be the death of me, I swear.
“Friends, Romans, countrycats, lend me your ears…”
Lem and Tommy sniffed each other, and there was NO hissing. Progress! (Lem sure looks a LOT like Sugarbutt in this picture.)
Pretty Miss Marion.
Delmar and Lem go for some brudderly stretching.
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Previously
2007: Awesome.
2006: No entry.
2005: THEY ARE HOLDING PAWS!