I am back from Myrtle Beach, and the kittens are THRILLED.
“Do we know you?”
“Nope. You don’t look familiar at all.”
Pretty Stardust.
Aurora’s eyes match that bed!
Hangin’ out in the tiny box.
Kittens from above.
“What doin’, weird lady?”
Snuggling with Aurora.
Tandem yawning.
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The taming of Khal Drogo seems to be going well. This happened Saturday night.
This is the first time I was able to pet him without Fred between us as a buffer. Khal wasn’t quite sure about this situation, was nervous and kept looking at Fred (who was across the room) and at the door. But after I’d been petting him for about ten minutes and I backed away from him and held out my hand, he came over to me for more petting.
He is very very soft – petting him is like petting a big, plush silky cotton ball.
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Previously
2016: Wheeskers in the sun.
2015: “HEY GUYS I THINK IT’S SNACK TIIIIIIME!”
2014: Myrtle Beach Thursday.
2013: I can just imagine having to break the toy apart to get a kitten out, and I’d rather not!
2012: That is one seriously grumpy Jake.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: There’s poop. There’s plenty of poop.
2008: Kara comes back.
2007: “Hey! Where ya goin’? Can I go too?”
2006: Momma Kitty thinks you are acting very suspiciously and if you make any sudden moves, she WILL kick your butt.
2005: No entry.