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Cassandra is a busy girl. Here she is at the front of the crate, checking out the milk bar.
And then at the back of the crate, considering the wall of the crate.
Giving Zephyr a once-over. “Yep! That’s my brudder.”
Zephyr woke up and said “What’s going on?”
Zeus keeps an eye on me. (Someone’s gotta!)
Daphne, also keeping an eye on me.
Pandora in the back of the crate, also keeping an eye on me.
And we’re back to Cassandra and those bright eyes.
As of yet, no one’s shown much interest in leaving the crate. I think this bunch might wait ’til they’re 3+ weeks old to see what the rest of the room has to offer. (Of course, having said that I’m sure that now I’ll walk into the foster room and find kittens everywhere!)
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Tortellini fell asleep waiting for her hummingbird friend to show up.
My assistant is waiting to assist (ie: blocking my keyboard.)
Pierogi says “Whatcha doin’, Uncle Charlie?”
Charlie says “Minding my own business, kid.” (I waited for Pierogi to climb into the hammock with Charlie, but Pierogi knew his limits – THIS time.)
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Magoo in a tunnel!
PS: “Does Magoo have any nicknames?” you might be asking. Of course! Fred calls him “Gooby” (leading me to occasionally sing “Gooby Dooby Doo, where are you? It’s time to have a snack, now.”) and I call him “Magoodle Doodle Doo.”
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
Calliope gave Daphne and Cassandra baths, and then thought “Hey. I could use a bath myself!”
Tortellini’s getting some good bird-watching in.
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Zeus and (eventually) Zephyr at the milk bar, and the other kittens are rolling around and feelin’ gooood.
Line ’em up! From left: Zephyr, Cassandra, Zeus, Daphne and Pandora.
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Tortellini does her best Tater imitation (ie, chases some dust in the air), and then watches Uncle Magoo play with the track toy before taking a swipe at it herself.
I picked up the water bowl to clean and refill it, and all of a sudden Pierogi was in the tray where the water bowl usually resides. “I fit perfectly!” he said.
Good night innernets. (Zeus, using Zephyr’s foot as a pillow.)
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Previously
2025: (And then I squooshed her.)
2024: Meander is continuing to enjoy life in the dining room and has ZERO desire to go back in with her kittens.
2023: No entry.
2022: “This doesn’t involve you, lady,” says Roger. “Move it along.”
2021: Dexter and Mollie (Millinocket) update!
2020: “WHAT. IS. THAT?”
2019: Flaunt ’em while you’ve got ’em!
2018: My GOODNESS you’re a suspicious bunch, demanding to know why I was emptying out my foster room.
2017: The princess does not work for her food, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
2016: “Look at my foot, innernets. LOOK AT IT.”
2015: Playing with Da Bird. Naturally Stefan had to get involved.
2014: Why do they have to grow up? Whyyyyy?
2013: I think we can all tell exactly what move Scorch is considering here.
2012: No entry.
2011: Finnegan’s face is cracking me up. “THIS ARE MY SPOT YOU GO AWAY.”
2010: Bolitar, at home wherever he happens to land.
2009: Saying goodbye to Mister Boogers.
2008: Poor little monsters, they have no idea what’s coming!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: For the most part Mister Boogers left the kittens alone, though Oy kept going over and sniffing at him, and he could hardly stand it, and he would growl and raise his paw to smack that kitten across the room, but then I would say “Mis. Ter. Boog. Ers.” in my Mean Lady voice, and he’d put his paw back down and walk away.