Dexter gets BOOP’d.
No creature on the face of the planet is more pleased with himself than this kitten who just farted three inches from my face. (It does not smell like sunshine and cotton candy, which seems like a basic design flaw.)
Eliot is just a little flirt.
I guess I needed my hair done again. Thanks, Bethel.
Good morning, innernets!
Otis annoying his brother (and chewing on the phone.)
Track ball fun, with Otis (and a glimpse of Buxton.)
Releasing the monkeys.
Goodness me… that’s a really satisfied look on Dexter’s face at the end!
Goofy muffins. (Moop, Millie & Bethel.)
Those kittens certainly do love that cat tree.
Chasing the red dot.
2017: Aurora and the rough life.
2016: Juniper, chilling with her teddies.
2015: I don’t have any idea what caused this – she just felt floofy, I guess.
2014: “What? I fit! I don’t CARE that the lady says I look like a loaf of bread that has risen over the sides of the loaf pan.”
2013: Poor Arya was sound asleep, and then suddenly Jon Snow was all “I NEEDS ME A SNUGGLE!” and flopped down right on top of her.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHAT YOU DOIN’, LADY?”
2010: How I have not squeezed the stuffing out of that boy, I do not know.
2009: “Heyyyy, good-lookin’!”
2008: I don’t remember what she was appalled by, but apparently it was quite SOMETHING.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.