All of the kittens have officially been petted multiple times. Except for Tina Louise, they don’t LIKE being petted, but they’ll tolerate it. Grudgingly. For a minute or two before they run away. Of course, if they’re walking by you and reach out to pet them, they run off. They’re not CRAZY, after all. But if they’re in a position where they feel like they’re trapped – ie, on the cat tree or in the kitty condo – they don’t lose their minds if you pet them, aside from a few hisses.

This is a huge step forward as far as I’m concerned, and it’s all due to Fred, who is totally The Cat Whisperer when it comes to this bunch of fosters.

Clearly enjoying it. Or thinking “It BURNS. Your love BURNS MY SOUL, lady!” One or the other.

A new litter box = Big Excitement in Kittentown.

’cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight

The cat tree is a big hit.

Mister Suspicious.


Mister Suspicious keeps an eye on me.


2006: No entry.
2005: Mister Eggs does his bat imitation.

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