I love it when as many Cookies as possible cram themselves into one bed. There almost always seems to be one holdout, though.
The Cookies have had all their vaccinations, they’re spayed and neutered and id chipped. All we’re waiting for now is for there to be room for them at the adoption center. Depending on how adoptions go, they could go soon, or they could be here for a while longer. Who knows? All I’m doing now is spending half my day picking up kittens and kissing them.
I have a rash on my chin from where Orange and Blue love to sit and rub their wet noses on my chin. The rash is annoying, but they purr SO loud when they’re rubbing their noses on me that I can’t bear to make them stop.
It seems that every litter has one kitten who’s the quiet observer of the bunch. In the Cookie litter, that’s Hydrox (or, as Fred insists on calling him, “Hydro X”.) He’s more prone to sitting and watching than the rest of the litter. Don’t get me wrong, he does plenty of playing, and if his tummy rumbles he is SURE to let us know, but observing and taking mental notes on how stuff works seems to be his forte.
Orange has the most open, friendly, sweet face. Just looking at her sweet little face makes me want to squeeze her to bits.
::THLURRRRRP!::
Aww, look what I found! Gus’s floof, and Veruca in the background!
GOOD LORD it kills me, how sweet Mike is. We’ve both started calling him “Mikey.” Sometimes I call him “Mickey-Mack.” If he’s misbehaving (or thinking about it), I call him “Michael James.” (I don’t know where I got the ‘James” from.) Also, I think he kind of looks like a “Steve” for some reason. Whatever we call him, he doesn’t care. He’s the happiest boycat on earth.
Gus is concentrating so hard on that feather teaser that his tongue is sticking out and it cracks me UP.
Oh, I love how mellow Miz Poo has gotten in her old age. I mean, don’t get me wrong – if a kitten needs a smack, she’s up for the smackin’, but she’s kind enough to share her heated blanket with any kittens who wander by, and a few years ago I never would have believed it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: I AM McStupid.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
I know what you mean. My boy licks the tip of my nose and under my chin with his world’s roughest tongue! It actually hurts!!! But….sigh…I let him do it cuz it gives him bliss. 🙂
I think you’re right, the floof is part of the kudzu family.
The Cookies are beautiful…I sure hope the find there forever cookie jar!!!
Did you know today is the 28th not the 29th?
GD: The things we do for our babies, huh? 🙂
Lisa: I’m pretty sure it was covering the living room when I woke up this morning!
Brian: You and me both. 🙂
Debra: I don’t think so – I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday the 29th.
Wow I can’t believe how big the Cookies have gotten – that picture with Miz Poo really shows they are catching up!
And please please let it be the 29th (checks calendar, yup it says 28, whew) – I can’t stand the idea of it being the 28th again – that would mean an extra day of work!
Ok, so as you can see the brain damage has set in because that 2nd 28 should be a 29. Really, I know it is the 29th.
I am sure all those Cookies are going to get scooped up and taken home the minute they are seen! How could anyone not fall in love with those sugary sweet kitties! Warm hugs and kisses to them all!
Hydrox just has the cutest face EVER! I mean, seriously, how on earth do you resist the urge to squish him all day long? Well, actually, how do you resist squishing all of them all day long?
Maybe cookies are like potato chips… You can’t have just one — and they’ll all go together! 😉 In one big, purring pile.
Gulp! Ready to leave already?? Oh, Robyn, all I’d be doing is snorggling (raw bits and all!).