Myrtle and Nick discuss who gets to use the tunnel.
Myrtle doesn’t care that there’s a line for the tunnel. It’s HERS and she’s staying there as long as she wants.
But a girl’s gotta eat sometime, so Zelda slid into the tunnel and greeted her mama.
Having eaten, Myrtle bided her time.
I looked away and looked back to see Zelda in the tunnel. Not sure where Myrtle went, but Zelda looks pretty settled in.
The kittens recently “discovered” this bed (which has been in that exact spot since the foster room has been theirs) and Zelda really likes it. I keep hoping to find all 4 kittens curled up in it, but that hasn’t happened yet.
Getting some attitude from Zelda and Nick.
They love trying to stuff themselves into the cubby at the top of this little cat tree.
Nick’s at the bottom of the pile, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Alice Mo has the prettiest eyes and she’s so cute that I just wanna squeeze her.
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Rabbit rabbit rabbit. 🐰
From Wikipedia: “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is a superstition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbits” and/or “white rabbits” aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.
Myrtle’s comin’ through the scratcher tunnel to tell you what’s what (and she looks very amused by whatever she’s about to say.)
First we fight in and around the Fruitasan, and then we take the fightin’ room-wide.
Zelda and Nick are proof that they can share the Fruitasan peacefully (we’re going to ignore the fact that one instant after I took this picture, they were at each others’ throats.)
Jay’s just basically running around pickin’ fights. (This is a very Jay thing to do.)
Heeeere’s Nick, reliving his birth experience.
Good night innernets. (Jay and Myrtle)
2022: I just love whiskers in the sunshine.
2021: Lap full of kittens (and Uno off in the background playing.)
2020: No entry.
2019: Laura’s all “No, lady. He sleepin’. You kiss him later.”
2018: That smile on Ohno’s face just makes me want to squoosh her.
2017: When they slide out like this, I say they’re reliving their birth experience and then I laugh and laugh because I amuse myself so.
2016: Can you believe that the Fakers are TWO months old as of yesterday?
2015: Apparently, walking around with a piece of litter hanging off his lip is going to be Shecky’s “thing.”
2014: Tricki Friday.
2013: Or perhaps you’d prefer a floofier, more robust flavor?
2012: “You must rub da belleh.”
2011: Meet Dorothy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: (Side note: If your heart doesn’t melt and pour out your belly button when Kara rubs her face against Kaylee, there is no hope for you.)
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.