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Nolan’s keeping an eye on me.
Owen still fits perfectly in that Fruitasan.
Owen likes hanging out on that cabinet.
So does Nolan! (It cracks me up that you can see the shadow of my hand as I wave it around trying to get him to look at me.)
Patsy’s keeping an eye on Owen and his crazy eyes.
She is such a cutie.
Nolan and Owen pause tussling so Owen can keep an eye on Patsy (who is ignoring them both.)
Nolan has a complaint.
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Khal certainly does love his sunny mornings on the patio.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
Nolan, Owen and Patsy are 11 weeks old! Here’s what they look like now, a closeup of their eyes (I’d call them gold, but in certain lights they look much more green), and a picture of them properly organized in alphabetical order.
Baby bear Patsy’s on the loose again! Remember: toss a Churu at her and then vamoose. It’s the safest way!
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Almost 3 minutes of kittens purring.
Nolan (left) and Patsy made quick work of the laundry today! He sorted the socks, she folded the shirts. Owen was off doing more important things – Owen things – apparently.
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The kittens aren’t exactly SCARED of the roomba – but they aren’t loving it, either.
Just a boy (Nolan) in a donut, thinkin’ deep thoughts.
Good night innernets. (Nolan – left – and Owen)
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Previously
2024: Jeff would like to speak to your manager RIGHT NOW.
2023: No entry.
2022: Well, that’s one perfectly full basket.
2021: Theo Pesto’s all “GIVE US THE CHURU.”
2020: D’Artagnan is JUST. SO. SQUOOSHABLE.
2019: “This one has a lot of shenanigans and hijinx in her future, lady. She reminds me of me.”
2018: “There are BIRDS out there!”
2017: No entry.
2016: Sometimes, it’s just a little too much effort to sit up while you’re drinking from the water bowl.
2015: I have begun their all-important naptime training.
2014: Polo, havin’ a thought.
2013: Starks, adopted!
2012: Percy Pickle is amazed at the money-hungry, greedy, STUPID jackassery in this world.
2011: I think Buster Burbles would be a GREAT name, and when I find my musical talent, I will totally name my ’80s cover band Buster Burbles.
2010: So many toys, so little time.
2009: Off goes my sweet boy Terry, to get his fancy new eyelips.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “See? My foot IS as big as my head!”
Since it popped into my head today, I am reminding “today Robyn” that “future Robyn” will thank her if she puts a reminder in her brain to start organizing and culling pics now for the calendars this year. There are a lot of good pics of these guys in today’s post.