A lap full o’ tabby (Fizzbin, left, and Pinochle.)
Slapjack continues to be a little poser.
Canasta continues to be a lap cat.
I thought for sure Canasta was going to pounce – she even wiggled her butt – but then she got distracted.
Sweatshirt zippers continue to be the best snack ever.
“I can has a snuggle?” You can indeed, Fizzbin.
Fizzbin patiently waiting her turn at the milk bar.
She decided to go play instead.
Newt in the catnip pot, making himself comfy.
2020: Javier has a YOWZA.
2019: Albert can’t imagine why there’s so much cat hair on this couch. It’s a travesty, really.
2018: Deanzilla’s takin’ the bus on down to kittentown.
2017: No entry.
2016: Basket full o’ attitude.
2015: Roseanne has a cranky.
2014: (“Don’t hurt me, ceiling fan. I meant no disrespect.”)
2013: Aslan’s earned himself the nickname “Swiper” because he likes to hang out on or under the ess, swiping at his siblings as they run by.
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: Recycling inspectors, asleep on the job!
2009: Poor Troubles.
2008: It’s so cute, I pass out from the sugar shock.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Has anyone ever pee’d in the catnip? Because that’s just the sort of classy, classy questions I ask.
They’re so big now they must milk Canasta dry in no time flat in one feeding…
I swear the yabbies all have bags under their eyes. Are you waking them from their beauty sleep?