I’ve been picking up the kittens and holding them like this more and more often, and I put them back in the crate if they start fussing. Pinochle and Fizzbin handle it well, sniff me for a little while and then start crying for mama. Uno and Whist and Slapjack get screamy pretty quickly. Rummy can go either way, depending on her mood, I guess.
Yeah, sure, it LOOKS like Archie (on the pillow) and Charlie are snuggling. But what’s actually happening is that Charlie gets all up in Archie’s space, Archie gets annoyed after a few minutes and then stomps off, and then Charlie takes over that pillow.
2020: Pablo, who has a whole-body case of bedhead.
2019: Almanzo isn’t sure what he thinks of you, innernets.
2018: No entry.
2017: “Can’t a Sheriff take a nap without you getting all up in her business, lady?”
2016: Ken Adams wonders “What am I looking at, here?”
2015: Mary: arbiter of fashion and killer of fashion faux pas.
2014: Molly Monday.
2013: No entry.
2012: All told, it took less than a minute – possibly even less than 30 seconds – and the first time Fred went into the room after that, Emmy hissed at him, then let him rub her belly.
2011: Bless his heart. (That’s Southern Speak for “What an idiot.”)
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: So I got up and got me some kittens.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.