I had a little more luck getting the five bob-tailed (and no-tailed) kittens to line up. Looks like Tater Tot isn’t the only poser from that litter.
Charlie has started exploring the back yard. He didn’t understand the cat doors and then suddenly he did. He tends to go out for short periods of time, and doesn’t stray far from whichever of his brothers are out there – usually Khal, Archie or Jake. I went to check on him yesterday afternoon and he was happily chasing Archie across the back yard (and Archie looked like he was enjoying it, shockingly enough.) Our concerns that he might still be small enough to fit through the fence slats are unfounded, I think – he already weighs 7 pounds, and is a larger framed cat than Kara was (she was our smallest cat, and always on the lookout for a way through the fence.) He actually spends much more time on the screened porch than outside.
(I imagine that might change if/when he catches his first chipmunk.)
2019: “I’M A DING-DANG LOAF O’ BREAD, IS WHAT I AM!” declares Beauregard.
2018: Well, Gauge is comfy.
2017: Phoenix is lying in the Tiny Basket clutching a toy, hoping her brains don’t melt and leak out her ears.
2016: No entry.
2015: He’s also pretty talented at looking gorgeous, don’t ya think?
2014: Class picture day!
2013: And Carmela casually looking in the other direction as she slowwwwly reaches out to smack Tony.
2012: Total stress case.
2011: No entry.
2010: There’s nothing the Bookworms enjoy so much as sniffing butt.
2009: Isn’t he a smug little brat?
2008: No entry.
2007: “Hey, come back here! I want to fight!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.