The Toastycat bed is a favorite with these kittens. Here’s Davy Crockett impatiently waiting his turn.
LADY WE IS STARVING: A play in 3 acts.
2019: Fleur’s thinking of giving him the ol’ Floof Suit treatment, and he just wants to go outside.
2018: “Keeping an eye on you, lady.”
2017: Dismal, rainy day – no better time to snuggle up with Mama!
2016: Happy Thlurrrpsday, y’all!
2015: “Pow, lady. Right in the kisser!”
2014: Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.