It’s only now, when the Brady Bunch kittens are constantly racing around like they’ve been slurping up those energy drinks instead of water, that I realize how poorly they must have been feeling last week and the week before. They’re actually playing, like the super-playful kittens they are, instead of wanting to just sit in my lap and be petted. Now, they make a petting pit stop for a few seconds before they’re off chasing each other around the room.
(Cindy, however, prefers to just sit in my lap and smack at the other cats as they race by. She cracks me UP.)
I was trying to get a shot of all six of them (except I don’t know where Bobby wandered off to). Left to right: Greg, Peter, Marcia, Cindy, Jan.)
Can’t tell that I was wildly waving a cat toy over my head so they’d look in my direction, can you?
The best thing about this room: when it’s sunny, the sun comes in through the windows from about mid-morning to mid-afternoon. Here, all six of them were piled up on the cat tree platform, asleep in the sun.
You can’t necessarily see all their little faces, but trust me – all six are there!
Trying to figure out what I’m doing.
Bobby haz a complaint. Now there’s a shocker!
Note that Cindy’s had quite enough of this, and escapes through the hole in the platform.
Enough cats, you think? On the steps, Joe Bob and Newt. Next to the steps, Jake. Further out in the yard, Sugarbutt and Elwood.
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Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I might as well go ahead and buy another six beds so there’s room for him IN THE FRICKIN’ HOUSE.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.