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When these floofy girls with their floofy tails lie in the window bed with their floofy tails hanging down, I want to grab them (in this case, Spritz) and give them one million kisses. They are so CUTE.
Whiskey has a stretch.
Mimosa shows off her speckled beans.
Rum doin’ the Rumdangle, as he do.
I don’t know what Reese was telling me, but she had somethin’ to say. (She’s not a big talker, but she likes to chat every now and then.)
This is Reverb’s favorite spot. In fact, yesterday while he was eating, I sat down on the couch to pet Rum and watch the kittens play. Reverb finished eating and jumped up on the couch next to me and stared at me. Did he want me to pet him? Well, he accepted petting but kept staring at me. Did he want a chin scritch? No. What did he want? Well, as it turned out he wanted me to get out of his spot. As soon as I moved down the couch, he sat down in his spot and went to sleep. That’s a boy who knows what he wants!
Fizz has a rare quiet moment.
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Three permanent residents all in a row.
Charlie makes himself comfy.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
Spritz does not wish to be up and about this morning, thank you very much. (It is chilly, and I don’t blame her one tiny bit.)
Have paws, will Rumdangle.
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Wild times with Reese and Fizz. Those two just love to jump at and chase each other. They crack me up!
It’s a sunshiney Whiskey. 🌞 🥃
Rum and Reese are havin’ a cuddle.
Good night innernets. (Reverb)
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Previously
2025: The green beans were on special at Chef Shrimpy’s.
2024: Stuck the landing like a pro, too.
2023: Linzer’s loony little face just kills me.
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: In case you missed it on social media yesterday, not only is Natalia NOT pregnant, she’s actually already been spayed! No kittens for her.
2019: Getting his ‘nip on.
2018: “Don’t get TOO handsy, lady.”
2017: First sighting of Frankie!
2016: No entry.
2015: “I wanted the wall basket to MYSELF.”
2014: I just love it so very much when cats sit there with the end of their tongue sticking out, all “Wha? Wha tho funny? Why you laughin’?”
2013: I should rename him Baleful Beans.
2012: I went a little astray from my original idea, but when I was done, I laughed and laughed like a big dork.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Humans are just so stupid, that’s the way they is made.
2007: I think it’s possible that Newt, who is Not Our Cat, might end up becoming an inside cat. (HA – ya THINK, 2007 Robyn? You really think he might? Here’s an update: he spends 99.999% of his time inside, piled up in an overstuffed cat bed like a big ol’ slug.)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Reverb has a spot on the couch just like Sheldon.(big bang theory)
Exactly what I was thinking. He may get a new name when he gets adopted.
I’ve been trying to get my thoughts in order enough to comment, so apologies – I know I’m behind here. I am so sorry to hear about the two sweet boys’ diagnoses. I… suspected something was up, but didn’t want to say anything beyond the babble I’d already inflicted on you in comments. I was going, shush, Chanter, Robyn and Fred know what they’re doing far better than you ever will, plus you’re half a country away, keep your worries to yourself. But I… suspected something was going on, even while I hoped that Mr. Rum Danglypaws was just getting over his ear infection slowly. On the much brighter side, I did *not* know that there are treatments for FIP now! Yay yay yay! Meds for the absolute win! And I am so very glad to hear both boys are improving. Poor sweet Reverb, may things get better for him in a hurry, and yay Rum, back to being a Labrador kitty! This whole crowd are wonderful, but Rum the social purr machine lovebug greeter kitty is my favorite, and I’ve admitted that already *coughs!* I still wonder what he’d do if I picked him up and cuddled him. I also wonder what sort of reaction I’d get from this bunch if I sat down on the floor and provided an open lap for climbing in, a random friendly person to investigate/whisker nuzzle/sniffity sniff etc.
I love it that Reverb has a specific couch spot. You take such good care of them they are willing to establish specific “spots!”