The Toastycat bed is a favorite with these kittens. Here’s Davy Crockett impatiently waiting his turn.
Annie Oakley and the defiant little face. “What? Is comfy!”
Onion Ring’s all “Lady, tell him to give someone else a chance to enjoy that bed!”
But Davy Crockett’s of the opinion that he can hang out there just as long as he wants.
Lap full o’ cute. (Buffalo Bill, Eclair and Wild Bill.)
Annie Oakley’s got places to go.
Pretzel wonders if it’s time for a snuggle. (It is.)
Buffalo Bill is the snuggliest little lapkitten.
I’m not sure which I like more – Tater Tot’s head tilt, or her little mohawk.
Fritter is just a total mush. When I pick him up, he just sinks into me and purrs and purrs. What a sweetheart.
LADY WE IS STARVING: A play in 3 acts.
Act 1: “LADY WE IS STARVING. WHERE IS OUR FOOD?!”
Act 2: “YOU HAS PUT THE PAD DOWN THAT OUR FOOD PLATES GO ON, BUT YET THERE IS NO FOOD AND WE ARE FILLED WITH WOE.”
Act 3: NOM NOM NOM.
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Dewey always looks so guilty when he’s sitting in the catnip pot, like he’s not supposed to be there. It’s there FOR YOU GUYS, Dewey. (I’ve told him and either he doesn’t believe me, or he forgets.)
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Previously
2019: Fleur’s thinking of giving him the ol’ Floof Suit treatment, and he just wants to go outside.
2018: “Keeping an eye on you, lady.”
2017: Dismal, rainy day – no better time to snuggle up with Mama!
2016: Happy Thlurrrpsday, y’all!
2015: “Pow, lady. Right in the kisser!”
2014: Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.
Well…Finally, some kitties love that toastybed & are not turning up their noses at it like some of your previous kittens! These kitties must be smarter! MOL
I’m sure two kittens at a time could fit in the loaf.
Dewey, even though the catnip plant is too good to be yours, it is!
Dewey, just because the catnip plant is unbelievably awesome, it is just for you and your sibs.
I want to steal Buffalo Bill the snuggly little lapkitten! And Fritter the melty purry lovebug! And the proliferation of calicos you’ve got going there. And and… 🙂 Seriously, squee! to Buffalo Bill and Fritter’s descriptions, because I am a gigantic sucker for lovebug kitty cats. I love people kitties!
Does anybody else want to call the other Bill in this current crowd Wild Bill Guarnere, or is it just me? I suspect both the real and the fictional Guarnere would be either horribly offended or terribly amused by that one, and I’m not sure which is more likely!