The kittens’ spays and neuters went just fine yesterday. By the time I got them home mid-afternoon, the girls were running at about half speed, and the boys were racing around like nothing had happened save the occasional confused looks (and licks) at their back ends. I imagine that the girls will be back to normal today.
2017: Chip is weirdly obsessed with the strainer in the utility sink.
2016: “I know she’s got my toy. I’m just biding my time, lady.”
2014: No entry.
2013: Sweet rumpled little monkey girl.
2012: “POLLY, HE IN MY BASKET.”
2011: “Wush up, guysh?”
2010: I guess that toy knows who the boss is now!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.