Caroline vs. the vacuum.
My parents are visiting, and since the foster room is located across the hall from the guest bedroom, and Charles has a loud voice when he thinks it’s time for him to be set free, I’ve been getting up and feeding/freeing Charles, Caroline and the kittens at about 6:00 every morning and then going back to bed. This morning Charles joined me and Laura considered it before she raced off to play.
Kitten hijinx & shenanigans.
Fighting for dominance of the Fruitasan.
Play-fighting and fight-playing. You know how Ma and Pa are.
Hunting bed mice.
2018: No entry.
2017: “Who you callin’ a chunky monkey, lady?”
2016: This seems safe and not at all like you’ll break your neck, little girl.
2014: “MY BUTT, DENNIS. SEE? MY BUTT!”
2013: “CASE CLOSED.
2012: No entry.
2011: Vicious, vicious pups.
2010: “What’s a ‘toes’?”
2009: Like a circus, is what I expect it’ll be like!
2008: HG, on the other hand, behaved himself quite nicely, spent most of the night on the end of the bed (which means I had five cats on the bed with me, but still managed to sleep pretty well) and didn’t make any trouble.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.