Molly Marinara was yelling about how she was dying of starvation (sure, Molly) so I put her on top of the scratcher to give her a Churu, and then Franco Fondue (and Alfie Alfredo behind him) came sniffing around to see what was going on. (I offered them some Churu, but they weren’t sure what they thought about that.)
The milk bar is open – and crowded! (Don’t feel too sorry for Hannah Hollandaise, she was more interested in playing and was kind enough to come over and pose so that I could get the entire family in one picture.)
(The kittens do eat on their own and are mostly weaned; however, they will nurse as long as Mama Molly Marinara will allow it. She has places to get away from the kittens if she so wishes, and she’s perfectly capable of getting up and walking away when she wants; she does it often. They want to nurse and she wants them to and they’re all totally unaware that some people on the internet think that kittens nursing at 10 1/2 weeks old is a travesty. 🤷🏻)
Oh dear, oh dear, Alfie Alfredo is TRAPPED under the Fruittasan! (He can’t have been under there for more than a few minutes – I had just left the room for about 10 minutes and then come back in.)
The kitten think it’s dinner time (it’s not!) and Alfie Alfredo would like you to know that he is, indeed, Da BAYbee.
2020: D’Artagnan’s all “Oh, I’m not beating up Rochefort. I’d never! I was trying too… uh… give him a hug! Yeah, that’s the ticket.”
2019: No entry.
2018: Moopie has a complaint.
2017: “Admit it, innernets. You wish you could have a pillow made of kittens too! They’re very comfy, but wiggle a lot.”
2016: Hemlock was such a hot little mess that day.
2015: Our center is gone, and we are reeling.
2014: No entry.
2013: Hallo there, Norbs. You need a snuggle?
2012: And Wellington, you’re not so bad, either.
2011: The thing about Molly Peppers is that sometimes her mouth writes checks her Paw o’ Doom can’t cover.
2010: Something about grocery day really gets the Bookworms riled up.
2009: his hernia is FREAKIN’ ME OUT, MAN (also: Jake and Elwood show up!)
2008: No entry.
2007: (We don’t let Newt wander freely through the house, because being inside freaks him out and he’ll sit at the door to the outside and howl to go out. He’s not an indoor cat at ALL.)
2006: No entry.
2005: That’s just the way it seems to go for us.