Our shipping team kicked butt yesterday, and today the USPS will be picking up 51 packages and envelopes to start them on the way to their homes. (The fact that you can schedule USPS to come to your home and pick up your packages at no cost to you is something I learned from the lady at the post office when Fred and I carried in a zillion packages after the auction last fall, and she looked at us like she was thinking of bellowing “DRACARYS” and turning us (and our packages) into cinders.)
All of today’s pictures were taken yesterday during our packing extravaganza, and so all the kittens aren’t in today’s post NOT because they weren’t all up in our business, but because I was distracted and didn’t take as many pictures as I should have. The kittens were initially weirded out by strangers in the house, but that didn’t last long at ALL, and after they ran and raced and jumped and played, they sacked out in various locations. Albert charmed Leslie by purring, then farting at her and then purring some more and ultimately falling asleep next to her. That boy knows how to flirt, is what I’m saying.
I wondered how Charles would do with strangers in the house – given that it took him a couple of days to let my parents pet him when they visited last month – but he was right in and among us, let everyone pet him, and I think Kay picked him up at one point. He did great, and I was glad to see it! Though I got no pictures of Caroline, she was in and out of the room, too. Her favorite toys in the picture where Laura is playing with one of them? She brought them in and dropped them at Teresa’s feet. How cute is that?
Jake’s loons: well-tuned. (And none of the permanent residents were anywhere to be seen during packing day. They care not for strangers.)
2018: Torvill’s got the crazy eyes.
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.