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We had some severe weather in our area last night. We’re okay, but have no power at the moment. Hopefully a situation that will be rectified soon!
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Monty’s all “Hi! It’s me! And here is my tummy!”
Hazel has a snooze.
Monty’s such a good-looking dude.
Nigel has a complaint.
Hazel, lookin’ amused.
“You’ve got food on your nose,” I told Margarita.
“I’m saving that for later,” she said.
Sweet Matilda.
And sweet Benji!
Teresa and Karen were here yesterday to auction winnings that are being shipped – I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that the packing takes place here – and after we spent 4 hours trying to find the perfect boxes, and packing and labeling and carrying boxes out to the garage, we went upstairs to the kitten room.
The kittens scattered when we first walked into the room, but they came around soon enough. Nigel really put on a show, with his quintessential orange tabby-ness. I encouraged Teresa to pick up Benji – she did, and was going to kiss him, but that floofy little dude GROWLED at her. I guess he doesn’t kiss on the first date. (He eventually decided she was okay, though.) After a few minutes, all the kittens were gathered around, playing and being petted. Even Hazel, who I consider the shyest of the bunch.
It’s always good to see how the kittens react to strangers. Initial hesitation followed by friendliness is about perfect!
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Sebastian’s mugshot. He’s so CUTE.
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“You gonna let me IN, lady?” demands Khal. (I did not. The door to the house is like 10 feet away.)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
“This doesn’t involve you, lady.” I suspect Monty doesn’t realize he’s about to get the ol’ chomperoo.
Hazel’s keeping an eye on things from up high.
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BOOPing Margarita.
That is one floofy Benji loaf. (My favorite!)
(From left) Margarita, Monty and Matilda are keeping their eyes on the feather teaser.
Good night innernets. (Sebastian)
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Previously
2024: Dillydally lookin’ smug, Lollygag lookin’ grumpy.
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: A tabby tussle in my lap.
2020: Everyone else scattered, but Bugs remained belly-up.
2019: “THIS BOX AIN’T PACKED RIGHT.”
2018: Torvill’s got the crazy eyes.
2017: “No, no, innernets, that’s okay, you go on and go to bed. I’ll just make sure these kids are fed. You have yourself a nice restful night, now. I’m sure I’ll get to sleep the whole night through again… SOMEday.”
2016: No entry.
2015: Tummy Thursday.
2014: Oops. Looks like one of your ears fell off, Tricki.
2013: Toes, toes everywhere!
2012: “We is having a meeting, and you is not invited. Do we need to call Security?”
2011: No entry.
2010: “I couldn’t help it! I just wanted a snuggle and some canned food! I AM NOT a big baby! Okay, maybe I am. But I had to register my complaint, didn’t I?!”
2009: Yeah, poor babies. It’s a rough life!
2008: I imagine that in the operating room, the surgeon’s going to say “Why is she covered in small cuts [I originally typo’d “small cats”. HA!] from head to toe?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.