I received this bed – which is a tunnel around a bed – recently, and I barely got it zipped together and on the floor before the kittens took it over. They love that thing! (My only gripe is that I wish there were two openings into the tunnel instead of just the one.)
Alice, as it turns out, is quite the mighty little hunter. We’ve had, on average, a chipmunk a day brought into the house. It’s nearly always Alice or Newt doing the bringing. This is the time of year that chipmunks venture out of their dens, APPARENTLY, because it was this time last year that my parents were visiting, and my Dad cleaned up at least one chipmunk a day every single day they were here. That was LAST year, when the chipmunks were being killed. THIS year, they’re just being caught and brought inside. I think it’s a safe bet that Kara was the one killing and eating (or partially eating) the chipmunks. Alice and Newt are excellent hunters, they’re just obviously not very good executioners.
Fred and I are getting better at catching the chipmunks and taking them outside. Other than the time one FLEW AT MY FACE, that is.
2019: Almanzo’s all “The nappin’ blanket is on the bed, does that mean it’s nappin’ time?”
2018: It’s a posing kinda day.
2017: Son, you better CHECK YOUR ATTITUDE.
2016: No entry.
2015: The Fools are 3 weeks old!
2014: “I sense someone LOOKING at me.”
2013: “LOOK, lady, I’m trying to EAT here. You want to knock it off with the clickety-clack of that stupid camera?”
2012: Newbery Monday.
2011: Paws up, y’all.
2010: I try to never disturb a sleeping kitten, but boy – they are SO cute and fuzzy, it’s hard not to grab them up and snuggle them!
2009: No entry.
2008: “Momma!!! We is HUNGREE!”
2007: I consider it a weekend well spent.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.