Though I have never ever even once given any of the kittens any food in the kitchen, somehow they KNOW that that’s where food comes from (I’m sure they can smell it). When I’m in the kitchen doing anything at all, they gather around and howl to let me know that they’re dying of starvation. Yesterday I was making jalapeno jelly, and OH how they howled.
They’ve gotten well trained enough so that when I call “Come on, guys!” at bedtime, they all come running. Until Sunday night, Fred always had to grab one or two strays and guide them up the stairs, but for the last two nights all 7 of them have accompanied me upstairs to get their bedtime treats. They’re smart little monkeys, is what they are.
2012: The Weeds girls go a-visitin’.
2011: Kitteh Video Saturday.
2010: Bobby, having finished his own plate, moves on down the line to see what everyone else has.
2009: I calls him “SnuffleFLOOFaGus.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Sitting in the portal, waiting for the mother ship to arrive.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.