Dewey in 2017, in the kitchen at Crooked Acres, trying to look innocent.
We’re watching the milk bar fill up, and Troi has some complaints, so she gets kisses. Hey, you complain, you gets the kissin’. I don’t make the rules! (Yes I do, and I’m not sorry.)
The kittens, who have been climbing the scratchers and the couch recently, now need to figure out how to get down from the scratchers and the couch, and this video shows some of their techniques. (Well, except for Janeway, who got an assist from me. She probably would have been fine if I’d left her alone, but I could just imagine her LEAPING from that top level, and sometimes I’m a helicopter mom despite myself.)
Spock looks like he’s juuust about to figure out that if he yanks on the leg of that dangly toy hard enough, the hook it’s hanging from will let go, and he can proudly drag his “kill” all over the room.
2022: Warning: the first section of today’s post has some very sad news about a former foster.
2021: Christopher Chutney’s all “Watchin’ you, lady.”
2020: Aramis wonders why I keep telling him how pretty he is. He KNOWS.
2019: No entry.
2018: The fabulousness of Millie’s tail has not been discussed nearly enough, I feel, and she agrees.
2017: The little outstretched back leg. KILLING me.
2016: Privet seems to be unimpressed with Hemlock. “THIS idiot.”
2015: “Why you trim my claws, lady? WHY?”
2014: No entry.
2013: He’s a problem solver, our Brandon.
2012: She… misses and falls over backward!
2010: Bolitar and Rhyme are off to the adoption center later today.
2009: This is how the kittens feel about Mondays.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: He just sat there and gave me this look like “I will never yawn for you again, so save it, woman.”, then started falling asleep while sitting up.