No kittens as of 9 last night, and there’s no change in her (voracious) appetite. She might have seemed a little more restless than usual yesterday, but then again she might be getting irritated with Charles who wants OUT OF THE FOSTER ROOM IF Y’DON’T MIND and is pretty vocal about it.
Can we agree that these kittens are going to have exceptionally pretty eyes? I think we can. Also, big ears.
2018: That chair has clearly become his safe space!
2017: No entry.
2016: “Just RUDE, to disturb a man’s rest like that.
2015: “Whoa, whoa, WHOA, lady. Did I tell you you could rub the belleh? DID I?”
2014: Sights from around a slightly snowy Crooked Acres.
2013: “Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: Nuttin, honey.