One thing about Lincoln and Lilly is that being petted is not their love language, at least not at this point. They’ll tolerate it, and if you rub Lilly’s ear she’ll even (eventually) purr for you, but they’d much rather play. They like the feather teaser (probably not least because it keeps the humans at a distance) and if I put a toy up on the cat tree, it’ll be smacked to the floor by the next time I go into the room. They definitely play hard (I can hear them playing, and can see them on the camera I have in the room with them). They just may never be snuggly lap kittens, but then again – maybe they will be. Time will tell.
An old shot of Dewey, from 2017. The neighbors were doing something, and Dewey was getting his Kravitz on.
Cinnaspin climbed into the container of toys, chose one, and proceeded to try to tear it apart while we watched in amazement.
It’s Churu time! Giving 4 kittens a Churu with one hand while trying to shoot a video with the other goes about as smoothly as you’d expect.
2022: She’s like “Lady, I’ma need you to come over here…”
2021: But I’m not gonna worry too much. ‘Cause it’s all gonna be fiiiine.
2020: No entry.
2019: Sleep, nurse, sleep, nurse, sleep, wiggle around, sleep, nurse, sleep.
2018: Checking out his escape route.
2017: The eyes have it.
2016: I opened the door to the rest of the upstairs on Saturday, and she came out briefly to look around before she went back into the foster room, climbed into the wall condo and went back to sleep.
2015: No entry.
2014: Norbdate, Flookdate, and Tony(Soprano)date!
2013: “I am just a wee bebbeh chick, poor sad, defenseless meeeeeee…”
2012: Alice showing Sally Peppers who the boss is with that outstretched paw just kills me DEAD.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: And yet, somehow I’m SURPRISED that the bedspread is covered in cat hair.
2007: It was severely gross, yet oddly fascinating.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.