Meeting Uncle Newt.
Poor Newt was hanging out in the corner of Fred’s office, enjoying the sun and the heated bed, and the kittens started yelling to come into the room. So I opened the door…
The kittens had a kitten meeting, and then they sent someone else in as the kitten representative.
Meanwhile, Uncle Archie bellowed angrily from the door at the top of the stairs to be let in. I let him in, and he gained a couple of companions while he stomped down the hall to check out the food in the foster room. About 30 seconds later he decided he was kittened out and wanted back out of the upstairs.
2017: It cracks me up that in posts from a year ago, he was still “Dustin.” He is such a Dewey.
2016: Turns out that Willa didn’t care for the cut of Dustin’s jib, and she didn’t hesitate to let him know.
2014: Youuuu waaaant to giiiive meee the weeet fooood…”
2013: Oy, these Sopranos kittens!
2012: “Places to go, scratch to eat, outta my way!”
2011: Opie’s the kitten most likely to bite your big toe.
2010: “Lady, hey. Lady. LADY! Pet me?”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Merry’s got the crazy eyes going on.
2005: No entry.