Sleepy Chanandler Bong.
Sweet Susie.
“Keepin’ an eye on you, lady,” says Art Vandelay.
Art’s got a skeptical.
Here we have Art, balancing on my desktop computer, doing his best to pull a thumbtack out of the bulletin board. (Yes, I took a picture. Have you met me? And yes, I immediately removed and hid all the thumbtacks.)
Posin’ brudders.
Apparently the cat tree is TASTY. ::thlurrrp::
Give it up, Princess Consuela. No one’s buying the wide-eyed innocent look.
Ken “Moe” Adams gets his Kravitz on.
The ceiling fan is a constant source of fascination, still.
Chanandler in the sun.
I weighed all the kittens on Thursday. Chanandler’s the smallest, at 2 pounds, 12 ounces. Ken’s the biggest at 3 pounds, 12 ounces. That’s right, he weighs a full pound more than she does! The other boys are not far behind Ken, and Princess Consuela and Susie are both at just over 3 pounds.
We’re on our final week with these guys, as y’all know – they’re off for their spaying and neutering tomorrow morning, and they’ll be home sleeping it off tomorrow evening. I expect all to go well, aside from the part where they’re STARRRRRRRVINGGGGGGGGGG tomorrow morning due to a lack of food overnight!
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Alice likes to hang out on the air unit right outside the computer room window – when Sheriff Mama isn’t spending time there, that is. (And before you start worrying, no cat can get his or her tail pulled into the air unit fan; there’s a screen to prevent that from happening.)
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Previously
2015: “But… I don’t WANT a new little brother!”
2014: Meet the new guys! (Gilbert, Grant, and Marshall)
2013: “I SAID NO MORE PITCHERS, LAYDEE!”
2012: This boy spends a LOT of time chasing, grabbing, and biting his tail.
2011: “But *I* wanna watch those wacky Real Housewives!” says Dorothy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: She was howling, she was screaming, she was hissing, she was spitting.