A hello from Rummy and Whist. (I love it when you speak to a kitten and their tail pops straight up in the air.)
Whooooo’s da BAYbee? Is it Pinochle… or Fred?!
Such a goofball, that Hook. And that’s him with his brother Flynn (our foster Kohle in 2012!) in the lower right pic! Love those boys. ❤️ (Thanks Selena!)
Rummy does a very good job of entertaining herself.
A visit from Uncle Charlie. Uncle Charlie is in A Mood. First he scares Uno, and then Slapjack feels compelled to put on his floof suit!
Rummy’s all “Let’s get this show on the road, lady!” The kittens are wearing their collars (with their names written on them) and the carriers are ready, but it’s not quite time to leave yet. It’s spay/neuter day, hurray hurray!
The kittens were spayed/neutered today and are back in the kitten room mostly snoozing. Whist is bringing some low-level drama by growling at everyone ’cause they smell funny. (This isn’t an uncommon reaction, and she’ll be fine by tomorrow.)
I see no reason to get out of bed. (The kittens don’t actually sleep with me at night – they’re locked up in the foster room for the night, and then Fred lets them out into the upstairs first thing in the morning (before 6:00, lately) and they join me in bed and we all snooze for a bit.)
Former foster alert! Here we have housepanther d’Artagnan and his brother Porthos, two of our Mewsketeers (Alexandra’s kittens) from late summer/early fall of last year. It’s a terrible thing how stressed they are, no? Dawn says: “Porthos and D’Artagnan spend most afternoons snoozing together on this window ledge even though they have grown quite a bit and barely fit anymore. 😍 ” (Thanks Dawn!!)
Laundry day continues to be VERY exciting for the kittens (everything is VERY exciting for the kittens!)
Fizzbin the snugglebug. (I swear I don’t spend my entire day lying around covered in kittens… but would you blame me if I did?)
I guess the better question would be “Who ISN’T Da BAYbee?”
Those kittens certainly picked up their mama’s leapin’ moves.
The Cardsharks are 13 weeks old today and this is what they look like now. We’ve had a lot of fun watching them grow and I am only surprised that I managed to not squoosh a single one. My restraint is superhuman, is all I can say.
So many baybees! (I think the consensus is that EVERYONE is da baybee, though Pinochle and Fizzbin seem most vocal about it.)
Hooray, hooray, Fizzbin was adopted and went home today! She joins a home with two kitties already in residence as well as three (human) sisters who are gonna adore her! She may remain Fizzbin (Fizzy) or may not, they’re going to wait and see what suits her. AND we will get updates, yay! Happy life, sweet girl. ❤️
They don’t appear to have noticed that Fizzbin is gone (she went home yesterday); they’re playing and acting as normal.
2020: No entry.
2019: You know Pa can wear a hat (and doesn’t he look dashing?)
2018: She might be just a little bit over this whole mothering thing.
2017: “Tastes like ornj!”
2016: The Fakers kittens are now gone, and this house is QUIET.
2015: Louis, having a perturbed moment.
2014: Oh, this one. I just want to kiss him and kiss him, and he has no time for me.
2013: “This litter isn’t fresh like I like it. I bet this is left over. I prefer it fresh from the bag.”
2012: “SOMETHING TOUCHED MY TAIL. IS IT A MONSTER? IT’S A MONSTER, ISN’T IT? OH, I AM TOO SCARED TO LOOK! SAVE ME!”
2011: I don’t know what kitten tails taste like, but they must be really tasty given all the chewing that goes on.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Such a little lunatic.
2007: (I didn’t see it myself, but apparently it was quite the sight to behold.)
2006: No entry.
2005: They’re little playing machines.