OH, that spotted belly! Buxton’s nickname is Buster, because he reminds me SO much of Buster, aka Bolitar, from the Bookworms litter, back in 2010.
Dexter wants to PLAY, and Arundel’s not so sure. She’s been playing with the other kittens, but having a human in the room makes her a bit nervous still. (Every time I go into the room, I pick her up and snuggle her for a few minutes. She always purrs, but then runs off.)
2017: Girls and their toys.
2016: “I know Uncle Dennis is acting like he wants a hug, but I will not fall into his trap!” thinks the very wise Webster.
2015: And Jake was loonily smug.
2014: Here at Crooked Acres, we like to do all our important cleaning on Saturday, and we make the kittens do the same.
2013: (Or, more accurately: “Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!”)
2012: “Dis my OTHER favorite place to sleep. A man’s gotta have options.”
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”