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Marshall is just a little wild thing.
Always on the move!
Places to go, toys to play with, brothers to bite!
Oh, his stripes are FABulous, aren’t they?
Of the three, Marshall’s the smallest, just under two pounds.
Gilbert’s in the middle, at 2 pounds, 1 1/2 ounces.
“He might be bigger, but I’m wilder!”
::thlurrrp:: (That’s Gilbert.)
I love the swirls on Gilbert’s side. Back before I knew that those markings were called “classic tabby”, I referred to them as “cinnamon bun tabbies.”
Grant is the biggest, at 2 pounds, 2 1/2 ounces. He’s also the first one to start purring if you pick him up.
Grant and Marshall still have blue in their eye color (well, Gilbert does too, just a tiny bit around the edge). Which is funny, since they’re older than Gilbert is.
These kittens, OH. They are just the sweetest little things! In just a couple of days, they’ve learned the sound of someone outside their door, and they’ll race to the door and wait for it to open. Gilbert will do his level best to stomp through the door, but he’s not fast enough to evade me, so I scoop him up and bring him back into the room with me. They’re little things, but when they get to racing around, they sound like elephants. My only gripe is that they get impatient with being kissed and want me to put them dowwwwwn because they’ve got things to DO.
I bet you thought Sheriff Mama hated all other cats, didn’t you? Well, it’s not true. She can often be found rubbing heads with Tommy, Jake, and Stefan.
As is his way, Tommy puts up with it nicely, and cleans the ears of just about any cat who comes near.
But Kara is surprisingly sensitive for a sheriff kitty, and can be easily offended.
Tommy’s casual lean away is cracking me up.
“What’s HER problem?!”
2013: If the milk bar won’t come to Puffhammed…
2012: No entry.
2011: What’s a farm without a barn cat or two?
2010: “Zip it. ZIP it. ZIP. IT.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: He is the POOPIN’ KING.