I’m pretty sure Fizzbin needs a squeeze.
“They’ll never get to me up here!” Suuuure they won’t, Mama.
Sleepy little muffins. (Left to right: Pinochle, Uno & Whist.)
Her FACE.
“Where’d she go?”
Getting a little of their mother’s attitude, I think.
I love Uno’s white whiskers.
No one pees alone.
Uno and Slapjack enjoy the fruitasan.
Serious little faces. “Excuse you, we is sleepin’.”
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In case you were concerned, Jake’s loons continue to be well-tuned.
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Previously
2020: Nope.
2019: I think Albert had just woken up and he wasn’t sure who or where he was. (That’s the sign of a good nap.)
2018: Oh BOY, Katarina cannot believe you wore that to work today, innernets.
2017: HA HA HA DEWEY, NOW THE ENTIRE INNERNETS KNOWS THAT YOU SNUGGLE WITH ME AT NAP TIME!
2016: Ken Adams looks like he’s having an existential crisis.
2015: Hallo.
2014: No entry.
2013: Goodbye, Spanky.
2012: “WAIT WAIT WAIT I’M COMING!”
2011: “Don’t judge me.”
2010: Dreamy little Corbett.
2009: Let us talk about little Bessie.
2008: The pigs like chocolate.
2007: “Please, lady? Can’t I go out?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
That is one epic litter box!
That is the Cadillac of All Litter Boxes. The rest of us will now have to step up our game.
And yes, Fizzbin needs a squeeze. And a kiss.
Jake’s loons look like they are taking on a smirky tune.. I’m sure it’s the lighting but he seems to be half winking “How you doin’?”
The kittens look like they’ll soon be having important meetings that you aren’t invited to (or welcome at).