Debi hanging out under the ham-mick. I put that ham-mick out over the weekend expecting that they’d immediately start piling up in it together, but nope. No one’s been seen sleeping in it – they mostly like to hang out underneath it and slap at other kittens as they race by.
2017: “No, no, innernets, that’s okay, you go on and go to bed. I’ll just make sure these kids are fed. You have yourself a nice restful night, now. I’m sure I’ll get to sleep the whole night through again… SOMEday.”
2016: No entry.
2015: Tummy Thursday.
2014: Oops. Looks like one of your ears fell off, Tricki.
2013: Toes, toes everywhere!
2012: “We is having a meeting, and you is not invited. Do we need to call Security?”
2011: No entry.
2010: “I couldn’t help it! I just wanted a snuggle and some canned food! I AM NOT a big baby! Okay, maybe I am. But I had to register my complaint, didn’t I?!”
2009: Yeah, poor babies. It’s a rough life!
2008: I imagine that in the operating room, the surgeon’s going to say “Why is she covered in small cuts [I originally typo’d “small cats”. HA!] from head to toe?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.