Now if Regina would just get herself adopted, I’d feel like I could relax!
Does Bubble play by herself? It seems that Squeek and Barnaby are always together. It wasn’t like that at first, right?
All three of them play together – the only reason I can’t seem to get a picture of Bubble playing with Squeek or Barnaby (or both) is because if I’m sitting down, she’s in my lap. That girl is a lap cat to the extreme – she might occasionally wander off for a moment, but she always comes right back.
I would say that of the three, Squeek is most likely to be spotted playing with one of the other two. Bubble and Barnaby will play together, but they both seem to prefer Squeek.
Squeek is the glue!
When on earth are you going to let Fred name kittens??? I mean officially name kittens so those are the ones on their adoption certificates.
Because Fred wants to name them things like Eyeballs (his nickname for Squeek) and Big Head (Barnaby) – though I’ll admit that Belly Mae (Bubble) is kind of cute. And also, he takes too long to come up with nicknames; I always want to get them named quickly.
I was curious/nosy why you guys don’t want any more dogs?
We just don’t. We’re not really dog people – though we adored George and Gracie, of course. Also – and really the main reason – we’re planning to sell Crooked Acres in the next couple of years, and don’t plan to live on as much land as we live on now. We won’t need a dog to protect the chickens, since we likely won’t have chickens.
We’re planning/hoping to move back to the Madison (Alabama) area, though we’re just casually looking at houses online at the moment. We both miss living in a place where there are sidewalks, Fred misses hiking, and while we love this house, the land requires more upkeep than either of us wants to do any more.
Do you know if JJ’s tail stub is an injury, or was he born that way?
I don’t know for sure, but I suspect he was probably born that way.
HA! Who knew back in 2011 you would be the first to “Trump your cat”. You should be compensated for being the first.
I love that picture so very much! I should totally be compensated as the first to Trump my cat. Give me my millions!
I got word from Susan yesterday that the people adopting JJ and Tinker have named them. So now, instead of JJ and Tinker, they are…
I’m going to use their new (permanent) names from here on out. Hopefully it won’t be too confusing!
Barnaby checks out what’s under the dresser (cat toys, I’m sure.)
Maxi, hanging out in her house on the front porch. We had the front porch repainted a few weeks ago (along with having the front and side doors replaced), and Maxi isn’t sure if she cares for the color.
2015: Pile of kittens on the rug in Fred’s room indicates that there was a recent drive-by nursing.
2014: “Dennis, my butt! Did you see it? Did you see my butt?”
2013: Apparently Norbert’s ears are a delicacy.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHERE MY FOOD, LADY?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: First visit: not such a rousing success.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Greetings from Kitten Town, And3rsonville, USA, where I’m currently on Poop Watch.