He’s such a Magoo.
I love how he’s looking in Miz Poo’s direction, but isn’t quite looking straight at her. She skeers him.
We had such a lovely weekend that we opened the windows and put screens in them so that the cats could enjoy the air (our windows don’t have permanent screens, unfortunately. I bought those screen inserts at Lowe’s, and they work pretty well.) Tommy climbed up to check it out, and of course Joe Pickle wanted to know what was going on. He was all “Hi, Mister, whatcha doin’?”
Then he made himself at home.
All five Pickles on the cat tree! This would have been perfect if Percy had bothered to look in my direction.
And THIS would have been perfect if Magoo hadn’t looked away. Silly kittens.
Polly and Magoo, snuggling. (Magoo’s got him some nipples, and he’s not afraid to expose them.)
Joe, sound asleep.
“Hey! You! Get offa my cloud!”
Magoo and a grocery bag. He was some kind of annoyed when I took it away from him.
Rolling and stretching.
And yawning.
And being goofy.
Thistle is such a pretty girl. And SO friendly – she’s forever climbing up into my lap and just sitting there while I pet her.
Jake was snuggling with a silvervine pillow, and Purslane came down to stick her tongue out at him.
Which made Jake go all loonyfaced. (What is it with the boy cats and their nipples today?)
Dandelion looked on in disdain.
Snackin’ Time has returned for the permanent residents. They’re pretty pleased about that (especially Stinkerbelle, who will eat any kind of canned food you put in front of her.)
If you count Newt, who’s hiding under the copyright watermark in the lower right corner, there are 10 permanent residents in this picture. Joe Bob was in the other room (he likes his space), Spanky was in the bathroom (so no one would push him out of the way and eat his snack), and Maxi gets her snack on the side stoop.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “What you MEAN ‘no more belly rubs’?!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Look who’s back!
2006: She might have a ways to go in the brain department though – really, what can you expect from a one-month old? – because she’s not quite getting the whole “doorway” concept.
2005: No entry.