Yesterday was a Newt-filled kinda day.
I don’t know why, but Newt adores sleeping on that box.
Keeping an eye on crazy little Spooky and the straw.
“STOP STARING AT ME, LITTLE KITTEH!”
Heading for the food dish, while Spooky darts in to take a sniff.
Deuce’s turn to do some sniffin’.
I don’t know what was going on on the other side of the cat carrier, but it sure made Newt bring out the Crazy Eyes.
2006: No entry.
2005: Sometimes I make Sugarbutt dance for his food. Dance, monkey, dance!