Thistle (looking at the camera), in the midst of some reallllly stressed out Pickles.
Petey and Thistle, doin’ the snuggle thang.
Petey, with tongue.
I couldn’t find Petey, Thistle, and Purslane one evening, and went through the house twice before I thought to look in the laundry room. Silly monkeys.
Ignore the yellowish fur around Dandi’s ears – she’s got an ear infection and the medicine is making her whites less than white.
Purslane and Thistle.
Smiling girlies.
Purslane and Petey. Petey really likes those little Weedlings.
One day all the Pickles and all the Weeds are going to cram themselves in this cat bed on my desk, and I will take 73,000 pictures.
Dandelion and Joe.
In his cardboard boat, Newt is adrift in a sea of dirty shoes.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: “HEY! HI! WHAT YOU DOIN’ OVER THERE?!”
2009: “How YOU doin’?”
2008: I swear that every time a foster cat’s stay with us draws near to a close, they get unbearably cuter and sweeter.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.