Snuggling with Athos.
Several people have asked about the pile o’ beds, and also whether they’re Fred’s work. They are NOT Fred’s work – Fred never makes anything I want him to, and doesn’t crochet anything he doesn’t wanna. These are beds I won in one of Andrea’s auctions to benefit Winnie’s Wish a few years ago. I had the beds piled on the couch after I’d washed them, and the kittens discovered the pile and now there’s always a kitten sleeping there, ergo I can never move that pile of beds. They like the single beds, but they love love LOVE it when they’re piled up. The more the better!
Constance in the sun.
I sure wish Rochefort could relax.
Porthos has a lovely set of whiskers and gigantic ears.
Winter is fond of the sunshine. It gives her the serious face.
A sweet moment between brudders – Aramis cleaning Planchet’s ears.
THEN SUDDENLY D’ARTAGNAN.
D’Artagnan’s all “What? I’m being nice!”
Then d’Artagnan and Aramis raced off, and Planchet took over the pie plate and stared disapprovingly at the dirty window wondering why so dirty. (Answer: kittens.)
Snuggly brothers. (Aramis and Athos)
Apparently Aramis is the kitten in charge of cleanliness.
D’Artagnan shows off his heart.
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Newt would like you to be impressed by the fact that he can roll his tongue.
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Previously
2019: Please admire Beauregard’s clean paws.
2018: KennyBorkBorkMoopTheThird is horrified at all that water on the mirror.
2017: “Is this the bus to Kittentown?”
2016: Sad little mess.
2015: “I am but a wee baby, and she is SQUOOSHING ME!”
2014: He looks like a bearded old man, doesn’t he?
2013: Norbie gives me the Eyes of Skepticism.
2012: Before you start reading this, please know: it does not have a sad ending.
2011: No entry.
2010: Julie is NOT sitting on the table.
2009: I have fallen head over heels for these monkeys. I always do.
2008: It’s good to be king.
2007: Maryanne continues to make herself at home.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.