Rambo is turning out to be a bit of a pig. He was in the kitchen the other day when I was making dinner, and Fred made the mistake of giving him a small piece of chicken. Now, whenever he sees us anywhere near the kitchen, Rambo runs over and stands in the middle of the floor and howls his little head off.
Yesterday, Fred offered Rambo a sniff of the knife he’d used to make a peanut butter sandwich, and Rambo LICKED the peanut butter.
We let them stay out running around the house for about three and a half hours last night, and while Rambo pretty much stuck close to me, Jodie would go wandering off, and we’d say “Where did she go?”, and a few minutes later she’d come moseying into the living room. I don’t know if she was exploring, or going upstairs to eat or use the litter box, or what, but she always came back to the living room, so I wasn’t too worried.
I did only get one picture of her yesterday, though. Because she kept wandering off! I need to concentrate on getting more pictures of her; she’s so gorgeous.
Pretty princess in the sun.
Kitten avec peanut butter-y knife.
Rambo checks his fan mail.
Showing off his stripes.
Rambo snuggles. If that ain’t a Mister Boogers look on his face, I don’t know what is.
Forget those $5 toys. What all cats really PREFER is the milk jug ring.
I love that Spanky’s sitting in the background, watching Rambo clean himself.
The kittens are Spanky’s favorite form of entertainment. Just as long as they don’t get too close!
He’s starvin’. STARVIN’. He’s a starvin’ Marvin.