Francesca, Gus, Lalo, Nacho and Saul are 3 weeks old today! (Mike is 17 days old; for newer readers: Mike is not genetically related to the other kittens, he was found left behind in a hay bale, and since he was just a few days younger than the others, he came to us. They – and most importantly Mama Kim – accepted him immediately.)
Mama Kim Wexler is really good at starting a story, but has a little to learn about telling the WHOLE story. She’s easily distracted/bored.
Mike’s supplement feeding follows a very strict protocol:
1. I tell him to come get his bottle, and he toddles to the mouth of the crate.
2. He eats (sometimes a lot, sometimes just a little.)
3. He gets burped (not shown, because I need both hands to hold him and pat him on the back.)
4. He falls into a milk coma and I am required to rub his belly while he snoozes.
2021: Hannah Hollandaise puts the ol’ chomperoo on Franco Fondue – who looks more amused than anything.
2020: Meeting Uncle Archie.
2019: “GIVE AUNTIE KAT A HUG, LUC!
2018: No entry.
2017: I can’t stand how cute he is!
2016: “I’m not crazy, lady. I’m not going over THERE.”
2015: Phelps has had his bottle, obviously.
2014: She is just the silliest little goofball, this girl.
2013: “YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, LADY!”
2012: Saying goodbye to Rupert.
2011: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2010: He meows, stretches, then goes down the cat tree, meowing the entire way.
2009: Have I mentioned that Sam is a back climber?
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday afternoon Rambo and Jodie were snuggled up on the cat bed on my desk, and she sat up and stretched, and then there was this ::fwoomp!::, and she was gone.