8-18-25 Monday

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Over the weekend, I was like “You know what? I’ve been putting it off, but it’s time ORGANIZE these ding dang kittens.”

One… two…

Three! Patsy… Owen… Nolan. No. Wait. That’s not right.

“HA HA HA the weird lady doesn’t know her alphabet!” says Nolan.

“HA HA HA!” Patsy joined in.

There we go! Properly organized and alphabetized. Nolan, Owen, Patsy!

Y’all stay organized now, you hear me?
“Yeah, we’ll get right on that, lady.”

With the kittens organized (and immediately UN-organized), I put together…

The Biscuit Maker store! Lilia says “But I was gonna be a lawyer. Or a superhero. Or both. I guess I can make biscuits in my spare time.”

Nolan says “What about scones? We gonna make scones?” Whatever your little heart desires, kid.

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Alice Mo, enjoying the heat on the back porch. When you step outside right now, it feels like you’re walking straight into a bowl of soup, and that’s just how Alice likes it.

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

Owen (left) and Patsy are all “We’re gonna need a bigger box.”

Lilia and I were having a snuggle, and along came Owen to check out the milk bar situation – just flopped right across Lilia and made himself at home!

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Nolan’s playing, mama Lilia is playing, and Owen and Patsy are just hanging out watching them.

Complaints? Patsy’s got a few.

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Outta her way, Patsy’s got places to go and things to climb! (And Mama Lilia’s got the crazy eyes.)

“Lady, I’m WATCHING you,” says Nolan.

Good night innernets. (Owen)

Lilia’s all “Can’t a mama get some time in the sun without these little monsters bugging me?” (I think the answer to that is “NOPE.”)

Little alien Nolan in his spaceship, waiting for the mothership to call him home. Beep boop!

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It’s two hours before the next “ba-ba time” (I’m still offering them formula three times a day now – they’re eating canned food, but I like to keep supplementing because I’m a worrywart, that’s just how I roll) and Patsy is having a starvation. (YES I gave in. What am I, a monster?)

Note: I am very much not looking for advice on this topic. This is not my first time at this particular rodeo. She’ll give up the bottle when she’s ready, and I don’t mind supplementing them.

This is the look she gave me when I said “Lilia, put your tongue back in your mouth. It’s gonna dry out!”

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It cracks me up, how much fun they (especially Lilia!) have with this cube.

If you’ve been bidding in the Forgotten Felines of Huntsville online auction (link in the comments), please be aware that things tend to get NUTS in the last hour (especially the last 20 minutes or so), so keep a close eye on your bids, as Nolan is doing here, hit “Refresh” often, and be sure your comments are sorted to “Newest.” Good luck and happy bidding! (Note: this was from Saturday evening; the auction is over!)

Good night innernets. (Owen)

Patsy’s got the crazy eyes (she got ’em from her mama.)

Someone asked yesterday where I got the little laptop, and how I get the kittens to look at it like that, and the answer is that I got it from Amazon years ago, and it’s actually a mirror, which really helps to get their attention!

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Owen can’t believe just how much FUN mama’s tail continues to be! (Also, her foot.)

Owen in the sun, looking SO grown up. The blue eyes are gone!

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With Owen and Patsy off sleeping, Lilia and Nolan manage to entertain themselves.

Patsy in the sun, looking like a tiny T-Rex.

Good night, innernets. (Patsy & Owen)

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Previously
2024: No entry.
2023: Troi comes out for a look around.
2022: Now it’s 6-kitten pie!
2021: Hannah Hollandaise puts the ol’ chomperoo on Franco Fondue – who looks more amused than anything.
2020: Meeting Uncle Archie.
2019: “GIVE AUNTIE KAT A HUG, LUC!
2018: No entry.
2017: I can’t stand how cute he is!
2016: “I’m not crazy, lady. I’m not going over THERE.”
2015: Phelps has had his bottle, obviously.
2014: She is just the silliest little goofball, this girl.
2013: “YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, LADY!”
2012: Saying goodbye to Rupert.
2011: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2010: He meows, stretches, then goes down the cat tree, meowing the entire way.
2009: Have I mentioned that Sam is a back climber?
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday afternoon Rambo and Jodie were snuggled up on the cat bed on my desk, and she sat up and stretched, and then there was this ::fwoomp!::, and she was gone.

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