So the word on the kittens is this: Forgotten Felines has received an application for Kes and Troi (together) and another one for Spock and Janeway (together), and to everyone’s bafflement, not a single inquiry about Kirk. I guess his people are busy doing something else; I’m not worried, I know they’ll be along soon enough.
Edited to add: Application for Kirk received this morning!
(What if we – and by “we” I mean “y’all” – just go ahead and skip the “hE ShOuLd bEcOmE A PeRmAnEnT ReSiDeNt” for once?)
Someone call the exterminator, we’ve got an awfully cute case of bedbugs (and they’re multiplying!)
Monkeys on the bed!
2022: Saul’s all “HALLO!”
2021: Mama would like everyone to know that the kitten wings are particularly tasty at this age.
2020: Constance wants her sparkleball.
2019: Beauregard’s all “Um. Whatcha waiting for, lady?”
2018: A FULL basket of muffins.
2017: If this look doesn’t say “What fresh Hell is this?”…
2016: I must need a lot of snoopervision.
2015: No entry.
2014: “Hallo, innernets. Why do I feel like somebody’s always watching me?”
2013: I fear that I am going to just up and squoosh him ’til the Fluff comes right out his ears.
2012: Polly the Dryer Inspector thinks I don’t empty the lint trap often enough.
2011: Poor, sad, deprived kittens with no toys to speak of.
2010: (Reminder to self: bring ear plugs next time!)
2009: It’s just amazing!
2008: Pet store kitties.
2007: Their story is that they’re 5 sisters, about five months old, and they were, I believe, the kittens of a feral cat.
2006: So stop asking why, you stinkin’ peoples.
2005: Look guilty, don’t they?