Regarding the kittens’ names: Andouille means “stupid” in French. Since I tend to call the kittens “dummies” (affectionately, of course), that seems appropriate.
Also, I pronounce Praline “pray-lean,” but it’s correctly pronounced “praw-lean” in New Orleans, so. I’m a Yankee, what do I know?
So, the eyes are starting to creak open. I spotted the first eyeball on Andouille yesterday morning. A while later I heard a very distinctive ::PLINK:: sound, and I went into the foster room to check, and he had one eye all the way open and the other about halfway there. The girls are right behind him – no totally open eyes on them, but there are eyes peeking through. I don’t think it’ll be much more than another day or two before they’re all staring quizzically up at me.
Video! Nearly one minute and twenty seconds of kittens flailing around. Warning: they are awfully cute. You may reach overload in ten seconds or less.
2015: “Hey! I can’t see you, but I know you’re there and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
2014: “HALLO, INTERNET PEOPLES.”
2013: Buttercup whispering in Leia’s ear. “Say hello to your public, PRINCESS BRATTY.”
2012: “I appear to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.”
2011: McMaos, named.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: He seems to like having the run of the house, if the fact that he ran around like a bat out of hell the entire time is anything to judge by.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.