Grant, Gilbert, and Marshall. I love the difference in their eye colors.
Grant was happily chomping upon this basket, when something caught his eye and he was all “Huh?!”
“Where’d that ceiling fan come from?!”
“Look, Dennis, look! It’s my butt, Dennis! My butt!”
“Dennis, my butt! Did you see it? Did you see my butt?”
“Should I show him again to make sure he saw it?”
Blaster, snoozin’.
Mooch, dropping off. These kittens are always either go-go-go or at a complete stop. No in-between!
Gilbert’s Oliver Donovan impression, again. “Dude… wait, what?”
Blaster, sound asleep. If you think I didn’t kiss his little pink nose, you know nothin’.
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Miz Poo has places to GO.
She’s 15 years old now. Who knew the old girl still had so much zip?
She can MOVE when she wants to.
Sweet girl.
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Previously
2013: Apparently Norbert’s ears are a delicacy.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHERE MY FOOD, LADY?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: First visit: not such a rousing success.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Greetings from Kitten Town, And3rsonville, USA, where I’m currently on Poop Watch.