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We’ve reached the time of year where the sun BLAZES through my bedroom window for a while every morning, and Calliope is enjoying it very much.
Family portrait (Smitty, Pete, Daphne, Calliope.)
The kittens gathered atop the tall scratcher…
And Daphne said “I’ll go first!”
Look at that form!
There goes Pete!
Prepped for landing.
Smitty took me by surprise, I almost didn’t catch him making the leap!
All kittens stuck the landing. At this point, it’d be shocking if they didn’t.
“I am an excellent jumper,” says Daphne. Indeed she is!
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It’s a rough life for a Charlie.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
It’s laundry day, and my helpers are ready to help! Well, Daphne and Pete are, anyway. I’m not sure where Smitty has gotten to.
🎉 Former foster Cassandra has settled in nicely to her new home! Sarah says: “Everything is wonderful! Here is her and my Siamese. They love to play with each other every morning. I work from home and Cassandra lays on my desk while I work. We love her!!” ❤️ (Thanks, Sarah!)
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My view first thing this morning. After 3 weeks, Calliope’s milk has completely dried up and she’s allowed to roam around naked (no more nighty/onesie for her!) Does the lack of milk stop the kittens from comfort nursing? Nope! Is it my business? NOPE. They want to do it, and she actually called them TO do it, so whatever floats your boat, kids. (They turned 3 months old on the 14th.)
Pete’s having a Rumdangle in the sun.
Calliope and Daphne have a snuggle. (Or, more likely, Calliope was having a snooze and Daphne said “Oh, there’s plenty of room for me!” and climbed in.)
Good night innernets. (Calliope)
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Previously
2025: Nolan’s all “Get a load of this foot!”
2024: No entry.
2023: Kes is all “Going into space, don’t hold dinner for me.”
2022: Saul with the crazy eyes and the crazy whiskers and the “What you DOIN’, lady?!”
2021: “These kids want my pie plate, and I ain’t movin’.”
2020: Good ol’ Featherlips.
2019: “Where did the milk bar GO, I could swear it was RIGHT here!”
2018: No entry.
2017: Hubble selfie. They learn so young!
2016: Does it make anyone else dizzy, or am I the only weirdo?
2015: Don’t you just LOVE a happy ending?
2014: “What can I say? Whiskers is tasty!”
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: If dogs could purr, that’s what he’d be doing.
2010: Meet Starsky and Hutch.
2009: Six of the six!
2008: DISAPPEARING UP THE CHIMNEY.
2007: No entry.
2006: This can’t end well.
2005: Nas. Tay.
Stop clutching those pearls, Robyn! I had a mom cat with her daughters and one of them comfort nursed for years! Mom is less tolerant over the years (teeth, claws and all that), but the love never seemed to diminish. It’s so touching to see, but your video made me laugh ’cause your voice sounded so withering, so unapproving yet you had no control over the distasteful scene. Cracked. Me. Up.
Wonderful photos of all the flying kittens!
Love that last pic of Cassandra. What a gleeful, pleased face!
Sarah is going to give her a good life.
Those flying kitties!!! And Calliope! My goodness. Take a break, Girl.
Awwww, yay for a happy Cassandra! Meezer and calico buddies, and Cassandra as an excellent workday assistant. I’d never get anything done; I’d be too busy petting soft fur. XD
Great jumping.
Things are going so well, I’m glad the comfort nursing is Calliope’s idea.