8-9-22 Tuesday

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Nacho (Ignacio) takes a turn around the crate.


That’s a pile o’ cute, right there.


Saul’s in my lap, admiring his tiny claws.


The milk bar’s all booked up.


For about 10 minutes every morning the sun shines into the crate, and Kim Wexler enjoys it.


Kim’s all “You gonna pet me, or what?” (and please note Lalo back there, mid-yawn.)


Lalo in my lap in the sun.


Another pileup. I love the stripes on Gus’s (yellow collar) legs.


Gus in my lap, wondering “Where am I and how did I get here?!” Better get used to it, kid.

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Khal, stretching while he walks. Utterly FABULOUS, that boy.

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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.


Line ’em up! Left to right: Saul, Francesca (under Lalo), Lalo (sleeping), Nacho (Ignachio), Gus, and Mike.


I was all “Hmm.. I wonder where Mike is?” and then his little paw popped up from the bottom of the pile “Here I am!”


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The kittens mosh a little, wander around the crate a little, and basically just wait for mama (who was eating) to come back. I love their little voices.


Lalo’s favorite way to sleep – throw himself atop a pile of his siblings, and pass out.


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Life in the crate: Rolling around on their backs, wandering around the crate, and just basically killing time ’til Mama brings the milk bar back.


Francesca asleep, and Mike about to use her as a pillow.


Good night innernets. (Lalo and Gus, sleeping cheek to cheek. I must have missed THAT episode of Better Call Saul.)

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Previously
2021: I tend to shrug it off and tell myself that’s Future Robyn’s problem
2020: “LOOK, innernets, I got these cool needles on the ends of my toeses!” (Constance)
2019: Luc didn’t grab that tail, but he certainly watched it long enough.
2018: She doesn’t eat with the PEASANTS, thank you, and will wander along later to eat some leftovers when the crowd has dispersed.
2017: Wherein Fred predicts Mercury has another week before she has her babies, so she has them immediately to spite him.
2016: Breakfast time isn’t always an orderly affair.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: Stop showing off. No one’s paying attention to your silly disco moves.
2012: Meet Tony Rocky Horror Pickle.
2011: The many moods of Harlan Peppers.
2010: On vacation!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Yes, miss Maryanne has made herself at home here, but no – we’re not keeping her (I know y’all don’t believe me – but we’re not!).
2006: No entry.
2005: I think he might be all talk, though.

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8-9-22 Tuesday — 2 Comments

  1. Are Mike’s eyes open yet? He’s so much littler than his siblings, even though he’s only a few days younger (4 days – right?) I’m guessing that in a few weeks, he’ll be almost caught up with them.

    • They are completely open now! Everyone’s got eyeballs, and they’re starting to figure out how they work. I expect they’ll be toddling to the front of the crate to look out at me any time now. 🙂