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On Tuesday, we leap.
I’m pretty sure we’re going to need an air traffic controller in this room soon. Note that there are two kittens in the air, and one just landed on the bed.
Blaster in the air, and someone’s right next to him.
And there goes Mooch!
Mooch on his return flight.
Marshall grabs Da Bird! He didn’t have it for long, though.
Mooch in mid-air.
And going for the touch-down.
“I’ve got it! I’VE GOT IT!”
Look at those fabulous stripes. That Marshall is such a long, skinny stringbean.
The cats are impatiently waiting for Fred to let Da Bird fly again.
Another collision! Their little faces crack me UP.
Clearly I have bothered Newt. SORRY, Newt. Didn’t mean to interrupt your study of the compost bin!
2012: No entry.
2011: Who, him? Oh, just some cat. Nothin’ special. Corbie, I think they call him. ::shrug::
2010: He’s gotten past this whole “feral” nonsense at breathtaking speed.
2009: No entry.
2008: Kitten, mid-jump.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.