6-5-19 Wednesday

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Guess who you can follow on Instagram now?

Albert and Willie! (And yes, they are keeping their names.) Click on the picture to go to Instagram and follow them, or click on this link right here. You should be able to see their page even if you’re not on Instagram.

(Note to myself: I realllly need to start a list of former fosters and where to follow them so people can find them more easily!)

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In case you were wondering how Charles is handling the closed door of the guest bedroom, the answer is: if there’s a human in there, he howls outside the door to let us know that this is UNHEARD OF, that he should be able to be WITH his humans, and he does not like this ONE LITTLE BIT. If there’s no human in that room, then he ignores the door.


Almanzo isn’t fond of the closed door situation, but he mostly stays away from the door. He lets Pa handle it. He’s no dummy.


Caroline pretty much ignores the entire situation unless she sees that I have a plate of food in my hand, whereupon she’s pretty sure it’s for her, and she tries to lead me into her foster room, and then is puzzled when I take it into the guest bedroom.

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When trying to fatten up tiny kittens, you’ve got to offer them a variety of foods. Pizza? Esmee’s not a fan.


Donuts? “I don’t like sweets.”


Fish tacos? “Ugh, fish. Not a fan.”


Jacques is all “Is someone offering food over here?”


“What’s going on?” asks Amelie.
“She thinks she’s funny.”


“You’re not funny, lady.”

I don’t know, I think I’m HILARIOUS. (All those food toys came from Target.)


“This belly isn’t gonna rub itself, lady.” (Amelie)


My lord, these kittens are cute. (Amelie)


Jacques loves his NotTheMomma.


Oh, that boy. (Jacques)

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“I sees you with that camera, lady.” (Dewey)

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Previously
2018: Scott, havin’ a think.
2017: This is Frankie.
2016: Barnaby Mouse gets a little sun.
2015: “Excuse me, please not to bother. I am on VERY IMPORTANT PHONE CALL.”
2014: Thursday Thlurrrrrpday.
2013: A melee of Dragons.
2012: Kinda relaxed for someone who’s about to go off and get the ol’ snip-snip, isn’t he?
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Girlfriend has got some LUNGS.
2008: It’s so cute I want to squeeze them to death.
2007: The knowledge that he’s the Purtiest! Kitty! Ever! makes Sugarbutt a wee bit smug.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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6-5-19 Wednesday — 14 Comments

  1. Oh my, that Jacques!!!! I need him!!! (I don’t think hubby will let me get away with that one).

    • Random Felines beat me to it! Lordy they are the teeniest — and those skinny little legs! <3 <3 <3

  2. Well I think that you ARE hilarious, with the pizza, donuts and fish tacos… I mean, that’s some high quality comedy! I laughed out loud, anyway 🙂

    Charles and the door situation is also funny. I love that he thinks humans have no business being behind closed doors WITHOUT HIM.

    As for those babies… well they are the cutest little pipsqueaks ever!

  3. That Les Chatons are cute is an understatement.

    Perhaps Mademoiselle Esmee would like some poutine to fatten her up? (Fresh cut fries, cheese curds and gravy. Honest. To. God.)

  4. The print of Charles and Caroline arrived today and it’s beautiful! Thank you, Robyn, for the opportunity to have a remembrance of this sweet little family, and for the chance to have a lovely interlude in my every day life that won’t be forgotten.

  5. Those new little kittehs (how you say in French accent?) are just a hot mess of cute! I cannot give over Amelie’s big eyes.

  6. Hi handsome Dewey!!!

    I’m going to have to get one of those fish tacos – they are hilarious!

  7. I can’t get over how adorable those dark points on the meezer kittens are. Just want to pick them up and bop those dark noses,

  8. Aww, they’re so tiny and they love their NotTheMama. Poor, misguided souls! Did you say you thought they were 5 weeks old? Naaah. In my professional opinion (having never fostered a cat) i’m going with 3. So there.
    Super happy to be wrong though. Life is persistent, isn’t it. Awwwww