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I’m on vacation this week, and will be incommunicado ’til I get back from Myrtle Beach. I’ve scheduled entries to automatically post every morning at the usual time, so you won’t have to go without.
See you next week!
Poor Livia. She was sitting there, minding her own business, and then she was SWARMED.
(Adriana’s legs, sticking out from underneath Paulie Walnuts: killing me DEAD.)
And there she…..
goes! (Meadow, all “I’ma sit on your head, Mama, okay? Okay!”)
“Ceiling fan, take me away!”
Everyone but Tony is in that pile.
Oh, the little faces.
Tony, who had been wandering around the room, suddenly realized something was going on over here. “WHAT GOING ON OVER HERE?!” he demands.
Silvio, bracing his back foot against Livia’s front paw to get leverage. SO. CUTE.
All kittens, present and accounted for. They might kind of blend together, but they’re all there!
And just like that, Livia was DONE. Note that a couple of kittens are still latched on.
“Mama! Mama! We’re still HUNGRY!”
“Tough luck, kid.”
Maxi notes that there’s NO food on that plate and that just will not DO.
2012: Talk about living dangerously! Poor Tommy.
2011: “What? I’m sleeping. You go ‘way.”
2010: While he was here, he was clearly COMPLETELY miserable.
2009: Hello, gorgeous.
2008: “Hey. You have two hands, don’t you? Two hands, two cats, THE MATH ADDS UP. Get to petting!”
2007: No entry.
2006: (Maddy learns the art of sarcasm)
2005: Sugarbutt’s back!