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Time to run amok!
Didn’t take long for Ralph to find a way to get up there!
Corbie is 100% over this kitten situation.
“Hallo innernets, I find someone’s tail laying around so I bite it and bite it, and I feels pain which makes me mad so I bite it some more and it hurts more and I don’t get it and the lady says it must be ’cause I am so sensitive to the pain of others and I think she must be right and I should be a radio psychologist on account of I am so sensitive and thoughtful and give good advice.”
Not so much a fan of the vacuum.
“Hallo innernets, sometimes I puts my paws in the air like I just don’t care, but I do care. I care a lot. Especially about snackin’ time.”
She ain’t skeered of no Dennis.
Uncle Dennis makes Von a little bit nervous.
Waiting for the perfect moment to grab his sister’s tail.
“You guys,” I said. “Could you possibly be any cuter?” “It come naturally to us, lady,” Catelyn said. Trader Joe just snoozed on.
I’m pretty sure that what Tommy’s thinking starts with an “eff” and ends with a “you.” (He’s been chewing on his foot, so is in the cone ’til his increased meds take effect.)
Good morning, sunshine.
Outraged ’cause he thinks I stole his earses.
Sleepy babies. Trader Joe sure does like to hug his sisters. Those are Ralph ‘s feet up in Winn Dixie’s armpit.
Sweet, silly monkey.
Listen. I don’t know why these kittens think they can pull this sort of ridiculously adorable pile-of-cute stuff on me, but they better stop. If I kiss them any more, my lips are going to fall right off my face.
By all rights, this picture should be blurry because he was purring like crazy.
Good morning, sunshine.
“Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.”
FYI, Ralph is a comfy bed.
It’s a 6-kitten nap kinda day.
Von was under the blanket and it was driving Winn Dixie craaaaaaazy. Silly girls.
There was lots and lots of purring going on (the smacking noises you also hear are because they “nurse” on that blanket a little before they fall asleep. It’s really sweet.)
Just. So. SWEET.
And a few extras that didn’t make it onto Instagram or Facebook, but need to come off my phone so I can file ’em!
The look she’s giving him is killing me DEAD. She is 100% OVER his shenanigans.
Ralph, making sure that everyone is clean.
Naptime (Catelyn was laying on me, so didn’t make it into the picture.)
One last snacktime before I headed to Petsmart with Ralph, PW and Catelyn.
2013: “You go ‘way, lady. I speak to this boy ’bout his attitude.”
2012: The Americauna hen said “Stop all that slurping out there, I’m trying to molt! I need to concentrate!”
2011: Try to relax, Chuckles.
2010: He is SUCH a happy boy.
2009: “HELLO I HAZ A COMPLAINT.”
2008: No entry.
2007: “HALP, I SAY!”
2006: I hope he gets adopted before next Monday, though.
2005: Good thing for him he’s so cute, I suppose.