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Dragons on the cat tree in the front room. Ember is turning out to be quite the daredevil.

Luckily, she stuck the landing.
“Whew! That would have been a long, painful fall!”

Have I mentioned that Ruth is responsible for ear cleanliness? Puff does not appreciate it, but she’s just doin’ her job, man!

Unfortunately, the cat tree leads to the tops of the bookcases, which is where Stinkerbelle likes to spend time. She does NOT care for kittens, so I’ve told Fred that it’s time to make it so there’s a second way down from the top of the bookcases that ISN’T jumping straight down from the top of the bookcases!

If you look closely, you can see that Ember’s eyes are starting to turn orange (to match her fur!) from the pupil outward.



“That tickles!”

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The squint is KILLING ME DEAD. Maybe Jon Snow needs glasses.

I always wondered how they kept their nostrils so clean…

“Ehn! EHN!” It’s tough to drag that big ol’ belly up onto the cat tree.

(That powder by the baseboard is Diatomaceous Earth, by the way. We had an issue with ants getting to the kitten food. I sprinkled DE by the baseboards and around the food dishes, and after a couple of days the ants went away. The kittens sniffed at it, and then left it alone. It won’t hurt them unless they keep taking big sniffs of it, but they knew after a cursory sniff that they weren’t interested.)

Hodor, at attention.

“Stop it! Just STOP IT. Stop following me around and saying your name. I KNOW YOUR NAME. THERE’S NO NEED TO KEEP TELLING ME.”


“I HATE that guy.”

Hodor, checking out the ceiling fan while Brandon gets his cheesecake pose on in the background.

“Pretty sure I belong on the front of a bag of kitten food. See? Wouldn’t I be PERFECT? Someone call my agent!”

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Newt, in his favorite summer hangout, tucked away in a corner of the kitchen counter. I’m not even sure that he’s been outside in the last few weeks.


2012: β€œAm busy ripping paper! You go β€˜way!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: The kittens are 15 weeks old today
2007: Maxi, guardian of the garden.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.



7-31-13 — 21 Comments

  1. Poor Miz Poo – Trapped by kittens on a bookcase!!!

    Orange fur AND eyes? A beauty, certainly!

  2. Ha! A first – I was first today. Not that I had much to say, but still, a first first.
    Good kitten morning everyone!

    • WebThistle snuck in under the radar and beat you. However, your enthusiam is the best!

          • My one victory of the day. But it pays to be home sick sometimes – usually I can’t get to Robyn’s blog until evening! Couldn’t restrain my bragging on first post today – thanks for your indulgence! πŸ™‚ And it pays to revisit- LOVE the Stompers post you found, GD!

  3. Nice article about Stompers. Even grown, he still has those big round eyes! Had forgotten what a cutie he was as a kitteh.

    Newt knows how to escape the heat outside. πŸ™‚

  4. What was the first time you can think of when Stinkerbelle expressed her displeasure for kittens? I assume there was hissing and smacking involved.

  5. Why go out when the kitchen tiles are niceand cool. Poor Arya….having all brothers is hard. πŸ™‚

    • Jon Snow’s squint, Arya’s β€œEhn! EHN!” and her β€œStop it! Just STOP IT. Stop following me around and saying your name. I KNOW YOUR NAME. THERE’S NO NEED TO KEEP TELLING ME,” and Newt’s patented counter melt are among the many reasons I keep returning to this page. Add to them Connie’s comment and I am officially chortled out for the day. (Oh, who am I kidding? It’s a dead cert I’ll be back for more.)

  6. We love that time when kittens begin to lose their round kitten-y faces and begin to show the beautiful and handsome cats they’ll soon become.

    Hodor, that tail!