Happy Thlurrrpsday from this cutie in a box.
Please note that Charles appears to have some extra tabby legs.
Laura’s all “No, lady. He sleepin’. You kiss him later.”
Warning: kitten cannot hold his licker. (Albert, licking the blanket to celebrate Thlurrrpsday.)
Albert’s still got a tiny bit of blue around the outside of his iris. (That’s Almanzo back there, looking grumpy.)
Smilin’ Almanzo.
Almanzo’s grumpy face is cracking me up.
Did I mention that it’s Thlurrrpsday? (Mary)
Willie chortling at his own joke.
It’s rare when you catch a picture of a kitten at the exact moment a thought strikes him, but here you go. I don’t know what thought Almanzo is having, but he seems to think it’s one worth considering.
And one last thlurrrp for you, courtesy of Mary.
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Alice has just about had it with Dewey’s nonsense, I think.
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Previously
2018: That smile on Ohno’s face just makes me want to squoosh her.
2017: When they slide out like this, I say they’re reliving their birth experience and then I laugh and laugh because I amuse myself so.
2016: Can you believe that the Fakers are TWO months old as of yesterday?
2015: Apparently, walking around with a piece of litter hanging off his lip is going to be Shecky’s “thing.”
2014: Tricki Friday.
2013: Or perhaps you’d prefer a floofier, more robust flavor?
2012: “You must rub da belleh.”
2011: Meet Dorothy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: (Side note: If your heart doesn’t melt and pour out your belly button when Kara rubs her face against Kaylee, there is no hope for you.)
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.