In case you were worried, the Taters are getting puh-LENTY of cardboard in their daily diet. (Actually, they bite it off, shred it, and leave it on the floor for me to vacuum up. Aren’t they thoughtful?)
I don’t remember what happened here – I think Brandywine was letting them nurse, and then she was like “MAMA IS DONE” and got up and walked off, and they were all standing there with cartoon question marks over their little heads. “Wha’ happen?”
“Lady, would like to go away from here. Please put me in the little room with the food I don’t have to share, and if there’s a gentleman caller like yesterday, so much the better. He was kind of shy.”
(FYI, Brandywine got a couple of hours with Tommy yesterday. Tommy was hanging out in Fred’s room and wasn’t inclined to leave, so I left him in there. It seemed to go okay. Brandywine is a pretty calm cat; she reminds me of Maggie.)
Then from outside the door came a loud noise. The noise of a little orange kitty (Kennebec) climbing over the barrier.
“Let me in anyway! I know there’s gotta be crumbs left in the dish! You kids don’t know what it’s like to be hungry. That lady feeds you like 30 times a day. Out here in the real world, we’ve gotta hunt for our food and work for it! Sometimes we have to walk TEN FEET to get to a food bowl. It’s brutal!”
(Coming tomorrow: the rest of the story, as told by Caspian!)
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “Hey! Guys! I don’t wanna brag or nothin’, but did you notice I’m in the box??”
2008: Kaylee the fearsome beast demonstrates that she can unhinge her jaw and swallow your head whole, if she so desires.
2007: “I am highly suspicious of your intentions, lady.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.