“HALLO LAYDEE.”
“OM NOM NOM OMG THIS STUFF IS SO GOOOOD.”
They’re playing therapist and patient.
“And then I was eating the litter, and it was so good!”
“Yes? And how did that make you feel?”
“Like I wanted more!”
They’ve hit the age where they’re starting to play with toys! Oh, I love this age so much.
Scorch, coming over to see what Khaleesi’s up to.
“What’s in THIS bowl?”
Ember, checking out the bed. “Do I want a nap, or would I rather play?”
Norbert, International Man of Mystery.
I love how he’s giving the bucket of litter the side-eye. “I see you there, bucket. Don’t be messing with me.”
Here’s a video of the Dragons, and it’s clear that they’ve figured out how to use those legs of theirs (well, for the most part!)
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I’m headed to Petsmart with Kate this evening. She’ll get one last day to hang with the babies and let them wear her down until she’s like “OKAY, just go ahead and NURSE already. JEEZ.”
I love her defiant look. “YEAH, I’m letting ’em nurse. I’m their mama. It’s my prerogative.”
Buttercup, distracted by the overhead light.
On her last afternoon with us, Kate did do plenty of DENYING those babies, though.
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Tommy, hanging out in the back yard, flashing his nipples to all and sundry.
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Previously
2012: The Noms have learned that Jake is a good friend to have.
2011: No entry.
2010: The cheek!
2009: “Pipe down, Phyllis, this one is mine!”
2008: Kaylee wubs Tigger.
2007: Good thing we put SoftPaws on his claws, right? So he can’t go climbing trees or anything. Right?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.