The movies. First, Fergus Simon McMao enjoys a belly rub, oh yes he does.
And second, your daily dose of McMao squirming and wide-eyed amazement.
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“Don’t judge me.”
The feet up in the air will forever kill me dead.
The princess always sleeps hard.
Considering what to do next.
COMPLAINT: acquired. SHARING OF COMPLAINT: in progress.
That girl is always right in the middle of the pack. The better to rule her kingdom from, I suppose.
Last night I took the kittens out of the McMao Cave to weigh them. The heaviest McMao is Declan at 9 1/2 ounces. The lightest is Macushla at 8 3/4 ounces.
When I see what these kittens weigh at 9 days old, it gives a new spin to the fact that when we got Beulah, who was (I believe) 4 or 5 weeks old, she only weighed 8 ounces.
That’s her on the far left there, next to her normal-sized siblings.
Kind of amazing, isn’t it?
And a bonus: my favorite picture of her litter, with Beulah in the middle:
Note to self: when the McMaos are eating solid food, be sure to get a shot like this!
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Newt in the cat bed (well, DOG bed really) on my bed. I had forgotten that when the weather gets warm (and it’s been in the 80s recently), Newt likes to spend his days sleeping on my bed, and his nights roaming.
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Previously
2010: Dreamy little Corbett.
2009: Let us talk about little Bessie.
2008: The pigs like chocolate.
2007: “Please, lady? Can’t I go out?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.