It takes KennyBorkBorkMoopleton, Esquire, a long time to dry – and then when he is dry, he looks like he’s still wet because his curls clump together. I have to ruffle him up to floof up his curls, which he kinda likes.
Such a cute little talker.
Bethel’s thinking about her next move.
Sleepy Buxton.
Sleepy Dexter.
Same kitten, same bed, different blanket, different day.
Oh, those laundry helpers. SO helpful.
Arundel is just the sweetest little muffin.
Otis needs a snuggle.
Millie and her teeny tongue.
“I, Calais, do solemnly swear that I will let the other kittens have some baby food instead of eating it all myself.”
Snuggly, sleepy muffinheads.
The kittens have now reached the stage of well-being wherein it sounds as though we have 75 baby elephants thundering back and forth across the room upstairs. They race for the door when they hear me opening it, they race back and forth and jump up on me and on each other and bite each other and squeal in outrage when they’re bitten in turn. It’s nice to have them acting like real kittens!
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Frankie, with attitude.
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Previously
2017: Chip, talking to the ceiling fan.
2016: Juniper sniffing Hemlock’s ear while keeping her eye on the feather teaser cracks me up.
2015: No entry.
2014: All these boys have such pretty eyes.
2013: “I love the smell of sisal in the morning.”
2012: He wants to be HELD, he wants to be PETTED, he wants to make biscuits in the AIR, and he wants it NOW.
2011: She’s a lovah, not a biter.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love this goofy little cat.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Luckily his Zapping Collar o’ Doom is water resistant.