Athos really likes that scratcher.
Charlie really likes that sunshine.
Charlie also really likes his Daddy!
With d’Artagnan and Porthos gone home, we decided to just let Charlie and Athos stay out in the house all the time now rather than spending their nights in the guest bedroom. Sunday night was the first night we gave that a try, and they spent all night with me – on me, next to me, and purring up a storm. Best way to wake up!
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Now that the Vittles kittens have been with me for a week, and have been on antibiotics, they are looking much better. I weighed them yesterday, and… well, none of them were underweight to begin with (though Wild Bill was a little bonier than I liked), but they all gained 6 – 8 ounces each. In one week. I guess I can stop worrying about whether they’re getting enough to eat!
I also got good pictures of each of them. I’ll share 5 today, 5 tomorrow and the last 5 Thursday.
First up, the Wild West bunch.
Annie Oakley.
Buffalo Bill.
Calamity Jane.
Davy Crockett.
And last but not least, Wild Bill Hickok.
This litter of kittens is 11 weeks old tomorrow, and range from 1 pound, 9 ounces (Buffalo Bill) to 2 1/2 pounds (Davy Crockett).
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Davy Crockett, keeping an eye on me.
Calamity Jane, doing the same.
French Fry spotted the ceiling fan, and it might be love.
Snowcone and Buffalo Bill have a snuggle.
Davy Crockett in the Fruitasan, Tater Tot on the bottom of the cat tree, and Annie Oakley on the little platform to the right doing only she knows what.
Buffalo Bill’s all “I’m comin’ for you, lady!”
There’s a Charlie on the other side of that door wondering why we’re in the room without him and sticking his paw under the door which, clearly, caught the attention of several of the kittens.
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Newt gives me this look a lot.
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Previously
2019: “No, no, that’s okay. I’ll just nap here on this old cleaning cloth. It’s FINE, really.”
2018: No entry.
2017: Aurora showing off her teef to the track toy, which appears to be unimpressed.
2016: No entry.
2015: International Man of Mystery Spitz!
2014: I am so in love with the pictures in today’s post that I swear I’d marry them if I could.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: Dem pups.
2010: No entry.
2009: Have you ever seen a happier cat?
2008: Baby steps, I guess.
2007: No entry.
2006: I don’t know what I love more – the little extended claws, or the little striped pot belly.
2005: “You SAID he was going bye-bye. You made me KISS HIM on the head. WHAT is he still doing here?”