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Brat’s in the cradle.

Stevie continues to be fascinated by Lizzy’s half-tail.

Molly continues to love that dog-fur cat toy.

Elbow cleanliness is very very important.

Pretty Molly.

I love Lita’s fuzzy ears.

A loud car went by outside, startling Pat. But at least this time she only retreated under the cat tree, didn’t run for the closet.

“Hush up, lady. I wasn’t skeered of that car. At ALL. I was just making sure that the cat tree was structurally sound!”

Lizzy, having a quiet moment.

The girls don’t seem to have noticed at all that the boys have disappeared – unless that’s the reason that Molly has turned into a total bright-eyed lovebug. I swear, she runs right over to me now, and as I move around the room she follows me and watches me refill the water bowls, scoop the litter boxes, and do whatever else needs doing (before I sit down and snuggle kittens, that is), and she purrs and purrs and purrs. She still doesn’t particularly want to be picked up and kissed, but if I’m sitting on the floor, she’s usually within reach. If she’s not actually in my lap, she’s sitting right next to me. It’s really nice to see, especially since it took her SO long to come around. I can even bend down to pet her, and she doesn’t shy away!

I have a Cat Selfie app (edited to add: Cat Selfie by Acceleroto is the one I have) on my phone, and the other morning the girls gathered around and found it quite fascinating. Of course, I also got about 30 pictures of nothing, because Lita was laying across the camera lens, but whatcha gonna do?

(Click on any of them to go to a larger version over at Flickr.)

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Miz Poo hopes you have a safe New Year’s Eve. She, personally, is planning to pile up in the bed with me tonight right around 8:30, and watch me get my butt kicked at Words With Friends. It’s a tradition!

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Previously
2013: Skepticism is apparently a family trait!
2012: The New Year’s Eve of OUR dreams includes being sound asleep long, long before the stroke of midnight.
2011: Loony Jake’s all “MY catnip banana!”
2010: No entry.
2009: They pile up on each other and sleep like the dead.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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