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When these floofy girls with their floofy tails lie in the window bed with their floofy tails hanging down, I want to grab them (in this case, Spritz) and give them one million kisses. They are so CUTE.
Whiskey has a stretch.
Mimosa shows off her speckled beans.
Rum doin’ the Rumdangle, as he do.
I don’t know what Reese was telling me, but she had somethin’ to say. (She’s not a big talker, but she likes to chat every now and then.)
This is Reverb’s favorite spot. In fact, yesterday while he was eating, I sat down on the couch to pet Rum and watch the kittens play. Reverb finished eating and jumped up on the couch next to me and stared at me. Did he want me to pet him? Well, he accepted petting but kept staring at me. Did he want a chin scritch? No. What did he want? Well, as it turned out he wanted me to get out of his spot. As soon as I moved down the couch, he sat down in his spot and went to sleep. That’s a boy who knows what he wants!
Fizz has a rare quiet moment.
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Three permanent residents all in a row.
Charlie makes himself comfy.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
Spritz does not wish to be up and about this morning, thank you very much. (It is chilly, and I don’t blame her one tiny bit.)
Have paws, will Rumdangle.
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Wild times with Reese and Fizz. Those two just love to jump at and chase each other. They crack me up!
It’s a sunshiney Whiskey. 🌞 🥃
Rum and Reese are havin’ a cuddle.
Good night innernets. (Reverb)
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Previously
2025: The green beans were on special at Chef Shrimpy’s.
2024: Stuck the landing like a pro, too.
2023: Linzer’s loony little face just kills me.
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: In case you missed it on social media yesterday, not only is Natalia NOT pregnant, she’s actually already been spayed! No kittens for her.
2019: Getting his ‘nip on.
2018: “Don’t get TOO handsy, lady.”
2017: First sighting of Frankie!
2016: No entry.
2015: “I wanted the wall basket to MYSELF.”
2014: I just love it so very much when cats sit there with the end of their tongue sticking out, all “Wha? Wha tho funny? Why you laughin’?”
2013: I should rename him Baleful Beans.
2012: I went a little astray from my original idea, but when I was done, I laughed and laughed like a big dork.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Humans are just so stupid, that’s the way they is made.
2007: I think it’s possible that Newt, who is Not Our Cat, might end up becoming an inside cat. (HA – ya THINK, 2007 Robyn? You really think he might? Here’s an update: he spends 99.999% of his time inside, piled up in an overstuffed cat bed like a big ol’ slug.)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.