Margeaux’s kittens are 2 weeks old, and here they are on the day they were born, at 1 week old, and at 2 weeks old.
Yesterday morning, having grown tired of needing to lie on the floor next to the bed if I wanted to see or touch the kittens, I moved them back to the crate in hopes that Margeaux would leave them where they were.
Margeaux left them in the crate for a few hours and then she moved them from that crate (on the right) to the other crate (on the left).
And then yesterday evening she moved them back under the bed. Because OF COURSE. I guess she’s made her opinion on the subject known, so I won’t move them again until we’re ready to move them all back into the foster room once the big kittens (or most of them) have gone home. SIGH.
The big kittens met Uncle Archie, who hates kittens. It went about as you’d expect.
2017: “What big teef you have, Mama!”
2016: She’s kind of like a lab puppy in a kitten suit.
2015: No entry.
2014: “Come back here, Mister! I didn’t get a chance to bite you!”
2013: As her eating skills have improved, Arya’s after-eating food beard has been reduced to more of a food goatee.
2012: “WHERE OUR SNACKIN’, LADY?”
2011: Want your own “I love cats, it’s people who annoy me” gear?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “Yeah, I know. He KEEPS showing it to me. He thinks I WANT to see it. This is what I live with, day in and day out.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.