Tricki tends to run into the closet when I walk into the room – I guess it’s her safe space – but she comes right back out when she realizes that it’s just me, not some scary monster.
Thomas, contemplative.
The hissiness has stopped completely. Thomas and Orlando have sniffed each other at length, and at one point yesterday Thomas was seen rubbing up against Orlando. I think they’re friends already – which is exactly what I expected.
“It’s the ears. No one can resist their fabulousness.”
Orlando checks out the new fish cave bed. I even saw him sleeping in it at one point last night, but of course didn’t get a picture.
Deep Thoughts.
Orlando, SO pleased with himself.
Pretty, pretty Thomas.
Showing off his paws.
For some reason – I have NO idea why – I keep wanting to call Thomas “Arthur.” So if I accidentally call him Arthur in the blog, it’s YOUR job to point it out so I can fix it!
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Newt loves to roll around on the front porch.
Newt, the zipper to your cat suit is showing.
He doesn’t carrrrrrrre.
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Previously
2013: “‘SCUSE me, am trying to eat here. Please go ‘way.”
2012: Kittens: Nature’s Medicine.
2011: No entry.
2010: The Bookworms.
2009: JUST STOMP ON MY HEART, BEULAH, YOU HEARTLESS BRAT.
2008: Tommy and Sugarbutt: brudderly love.
2007: Newt finds it important to keep an eye on the chickens. For protection purposes, of course.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.