The kittens are 6 weeks old now – as of yesterday – and got their first dose of dewormer last night (not because I’ve seen any sign of worms, but I treat them just to be safe.) They are not fans, to say the least. All three of the girls made faces of disgust and went about their business. The boys, on the other hand – so much drama. The drooling, the running away, the going to whine about it to Mama (who cared not one tiny bit about their woes).
Margeaux’s gotten a bit more talkative lately, which makes me worry that she’s getting ready to go into heat. Maybe she’s just feeling chatty – she’s going for her spay surgery on September 4th, and I’m hoping very much that that happens before any heat cycles. Fingers crossed!
2018: “Not ME. I’m smart enough, I don’t need to be tutored!”
2017: “Unca Dewey is awesome!”
2016: So anyway, what I’m trying to say to you is remember Skinny Pete, from the BeeBees?
2015: No entry.
2014: Poor Dolores. She is SO TIRED of my shenanigans.
2013: “HOLY CATS! I was wrong! That pink nose will match my curtains PERFECTLY!”
2012: Meet the Weeds!
2011: Laundry inspectors on the job.
2010: No entry.
2009: I love how it looks like Bill is saying “That’s right, Terry, you has a toy! Good for you!
2008: I’m going to miss the brats.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.