Andouille has been more and more interested in stomping on out of the foster room. So I’ve started letting him out when I go into the foster room, and after a few minutes I go find him and bring him into the room with me.
The other day, Archie was laying on Fred’s bed, so I put Andouille on the bed with him to see what he’d do.
He stomped right on over to say “hi.”
His tail straight up in the air, he leaned in for a good long sniff.
Then Archie – naturally – got a little too intense, so Andouille backed off.
But then Andouille spotted Archie’s tail and had to go check it out.
“NO,” said Archie.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” said Andouille. Which is when I picked him up and took him back into the foster room with me.
Also interested in coming out of the foster room is Roux. She doesn’t run out all the time, but occasionally she decides she’d like to see what’s going on in other parts of the world.
Then she remembers that she needs to put her Floof Suit on. Isn’t it fabulous?
Frankie’s like “Yeah whatever, whippersnapper.”
I decided yesterday morning that I’d put the kittens downstairs, in my bedroom, to give Nola a bit of a break for the day. I got them all set up and then Dennis, who’d been snoozing in his giraffe cave, came out to say hi.
Everyone else was too busy sniffing around, but Roux took one look and said “I’ve got JUST the outfit for this occasion. ::HISS!::”
And Dennis went to the door and said “I’ll be going now, bye kids!”
On another topic altogether, all four kittens posed for me at different times on the same piece of furniture and I was pleased that I happened to be there to snap pictures.
Praline.
Beignet.
Andouille.
And Roux.
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Video! Nutty, crazy, bouncy kittens, that is all.
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This morning, I am dropping Frankie off for his dental surgery, wherein our vet will remove some of his teeth to hopefully cure his stomatitis. So we’ve been spoiling him a bit lately, especially over the weekend.
I harvested a large amount of fresh catnip because we were removing the raised beds they were growing in, and I piled the catnip on top of the well shed while I helped (most supervised) Fred using his tractor to scoop up the dirt from the raised beds.
When I turned around a little while later, this was going on.
Now THAT is a boy who loves his ‘nip.
Thank you again, everyone who donated toward the cost of Frankie’s surgery. I expect him to come through surgery with flying colors – I will, of course, update y’all on him tomorrow!
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Previously
2016: “In ur laundry, bitin’ ur drawers.”
2015: #Sugarbutt disapproves of what you’re doing and how you’re doing it.
2014: “I say, HALLO, ceiling fan!”
2013: “Blech. My paw tastes funny.”
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.