Stefan wanted to go upstairs with the kittens yesterday, and since I was going up there anyway, I let him go up with me. After about 10 minutes, I realized I didn’t know where he was, so went looking. He was curled up in the condo of the wall tree, sound asleep. I let him stay there. A few hours later, when I went to hang out with the kittens, he had flopped down on a bed on the floor. That boy was OUT. I tromped all over the room, picked up kittens, kissed them, and Stefan didn’t even twitch an ear.
Juniper has turned into a real little nut in the past week. She spends a lot of time running around batting at toys and carrying toys in her mouth. Here’s a video to show her (and Privet’s) nuttiness.
2015: Phelps has had his bottle, obviously.
2014: She is just the silliest little goofball, this girl.
2013: “YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, LADY!”
2012: Saying goodbye to Rupert.
2011: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2010: He meows, stretches, then goes down the cat tree, meowing the entire way.
2009: Have I mentioned that Sam is a back climber?
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday afternoon Rambo and Jodie were snuggled up on the cat bed on my desk, and she sat up and stretched, and then there was this ::fwoomp!::, and she was gone.