I dropped Amelie off at the vet first thing yesterday, and she was home again by 2:00. Basically she got something to help slow the diarrhea, and we’re switching up her probiotic; hopefully that will help. Katriane is a little more amenable to letting the kittens nurse now that she’s more comfortable here, and I’ve started peeking in to see if there’s any nursing going on before I walk into the room, since the appearance of a human outranks any kittens needing to nurse, in Katriane’s opinion.
Katriane shows off her fabulous stripes and gorgeous eyes. (She’s got a shaved spot on her left hip because she rubbed against something metal and got a cut. She’s got a few stitches. It’s certainly not slowing her down any.)
Yesterday afternoon, Margeaux was hanging out on the heated pad in front of the window, and started chattering. I looked to see what she saw, and there was Kara, walking across the yard. Later, I walked into the room and saw Margeaux and Katrine rubbing against each other. How sweet is that?
2018: No entry.
2017: Then Archie – naturally – got a little too intense, so Andouille backed off.
2016: “In ur laundry, bitin’ ur drawers.”
2015: #Sugarbutt disapproves of what you’re doing and how you’re doing it.
2014: “I say, HALLO, ceiling fan!”
2013: “Blech. My paw tastes funny.”
2012: Sir Flooferton.
2011: It was seriously cute.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Dancing Kitteh likes to dance.
2007: Yesterday I took a nap in the kitten room with them (a catnap, of course) and when I woke up, Maryanne was sitting about two feet away staring at me with hatred.
2006: No entry.
2005: I’m surprised I haven’t had a stroke yet.