Oh Jareth, you pretty pretty boy.
Getting ready to yawn.
Yawn beginning.
They always look so crazy when they’re mid-yawn.
Looks like that was an enjoyable yawn.
His eyes are just so pretty.
Sittin’ on a brick, waiting for a sibling to come along so he can swipe at him or her.
We started calling him “Bear” when he was little (because he looked so much like a baby bear) and that’s what we still call him, “Bear” and “Baby Bear.”
At evening treat time, Jareth’s been voted most likely to steal crunchies from his brothers and sisters, and to swipe at me if I don’t make with the treats fast enough. Brat.
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Pretty, pretty Ruth. Oh, I’m just awash in beautiful kittens right now, aren’t I?
Have you noticed the white stripe going up the middle of her forehead? I love that stripe.
::urp:: “Oh! ‘Scuse me!”
::maniacal laughter::
“Blech. My paw tastes funny.”
::SNIK:: “Hey! Look what Ember taught me to do!”
“Hugs?”
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::thlurp::
He is such a SMUG loony boy.
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Previously
2012: Sir Flooferton.
2011: It was seriously cute.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Dancing Kitteh likes to dance.
2007: Yesterday I took a nap in the kitten room with them (a catnap, of course) and when I woke up, Maryanne was sitting about two feet away staring at me with hatred.
2006: No entry.
2005: I’m surprised I haven’t had a stroke yet.