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After I posted that picture of Cassandra in the giant mug (see down in the social media section), it occurred to me that I hadn’t told y’all how I weigh the kittens these days. They’re too big for the kitchen scale I use when they’re tiny, and they’re too ACTIVE to sit still for a moment on the baby scale I use for older kittens and adult cats. So in frustration one day I looked around, saw the giant mug, and plopped a kitten in it. Guess what? It works perfectly!
Cassandra just basically sinks down into the mug. I have to actually pour her out, because she just goes liquid.
Pandora will stay still but JUST for a moment (which is all I need, really.)
Zephyr makes himself immediately at home, of course.
Zeus is another one that sinks down into the mug.
Daphne sinks down for a moment…
And then strikes a pose.
It probably won’t work for too much longer, but it works for now!
Yep.
Still nursing!
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Rocco and the existential angst.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
The doctor says I’ve gotta cut back, so I’ll just take the one cup, thanks.
(The mug is very large – 64 ounces – so Cassandra IS actually sitting in that mug. The only photoshopping I’ve done is to remove “coffee” and put “Cassandra” in its place.)
Buzz buzz, it’s Daphne in the beehive. SO cute!
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Remember when we thought they were NEVER going to leave that corner? Now they’re everywhere!
Zephyr is one chill dude.
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Mama is PLAYING and the kittens are BAFFLED. They didn’t know she could do that!
Daphne’s all “Watchin’ you, lady.”
Good night innernets. (Pandora)
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Previously
2025: Owen says “Ooh, frog legs. Delish!”
2024: (Natalie) Checking out her food plate (that SMILE.)
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: Oh, Theo Pesto. How have you not been squooshed flat by now?
2020: Constance is all “Pardon me Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.”
2019: I do believe Luc is the silent observer of this litter.
2018: “GIMME that camera, I gots to take a selfie!”
2017: I think Ressler’s brain melted.
2016: No entry.
2015: Zuke haz a skeptical.
2014: Sugarbutt, stomping in to see what’s going on.
2013: “Hodor!” he said triumphantly when he hit land, and claimed the little blue cat tree as his own.
2012: She just looked at me like “You see? You see what I put up with?”
2011: There are five of them, obviously.
2010: Okay, wait. Who is THAT?
2009: The True Bloods!
2008: Living dangerously.
2007: Mister Boogers is OBSESSED with being in the chicken yard.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Hahaha, you could almost do an entire calendar of coffee mug kitten pictures!
Didn’t Kate and Ollie get adopted a while ago? I thought you mentioned? Sorry, I could be mistaken.
Nope, they’re at Michelle’s house still.
Awwww no, I was sure you announced some good news for them.
Hope they’re doing OK, I noticed the llama this morning and thought wasn’t that little Katie’s hideaway for a while.