Look who it is!
It’s a Terry lamp! Christine says:
I thought I’d let you know that Terry has settled himself into our home completely now. The dogs have gotten bored with him for the most part. He is quite the funny boy – we get a good laugh out of him daily. We call him the “SS Terry” because he kind of calmly (and largely, at nearly 20 lbs.) cruises around the house, doing his thing. We also call him “Terry Berry”. I guess he is definitely ours now since we are giving him new nicknames almost daily (“Terrance”, “Terrance Trent D’Arby”, “Mr. T”, etc.). He remains utterly devoted to my husband, who refers to Terry as his stalker because he’s always nearby. He does like me too, but mainly when my husband is not around! 🙂
We are still unable to give him his eyedrops. He just absolutely refuses to cooperate. I tried to give them to him in the corner of his eye, as suggested by your readers, but that worked with one eye and just one time. I worry that we are causing him harm but I also feel that a daily hard-core wrestling match would be damaging also. Boo!
“Mo-om! Tryin’ to sleep, here!”
(For the record, I told Christine that the drops might help his eyes, but I agree that the daily struggle would do more damage than the drops would help. I don’t think he was getting the drops in his previous home, and the vet who looked him over after he was returned said that his eyes looked great.)
Thank you so much for the update, Christine! You know we love seeing that sweet face.
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I have some more Peter, Paul and Mary pictures for today, and a few more tomorrow, and hopefully after that we’ll have newborns to ooh and ahh over. I can dream, right?
Peter does a little Kravitzing. “ABNER! Come see what those wacky neighbors are doing NOW!”
Oh, so tired. I mean, you can only keep the cute going for so long before you have to collapse and recharge, y’know?
“Excuse me, Unca Dennis, your foot is very heavy.”
I like how they’re all wide-eyed, like they don’t know what I’m doing. As if I hadn’t already taken 30,000 pictures of them.
Brudderly snuggles.
“What’s the weird lady doin’ now?”
“I don’t know. Bein’ weird.”
“Hallo, lady.”
HUGS.
They look very over-dramatic, like they’re overacting in a school play, don’t they? “Look at us! We is sleepin’!”
Having hammered in the morning, the evening, and all over this land, the kittens take a break to nap.
::SMUG::
“You wanna get him off me, lady?”
Paul poses for his school picture.
I was trying out the cheap fisheye lens I bought for my iPhone and Mary came to investigate. I kinda like it!
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“Pardon me, mister, why you do this to a pregnant girl? Why?”
“Am not a fan of this. AT ALL.”
“I KNOW you’re trying to get a shot of me with my belly at its biggest, and you better STOP.”
I was messing with my camera settings, and ended up with this, which I think looks neat.
A shot from above to show the neat staggered orange line down her back and across the base of her tail.
Appetite: still pretty high. Napping: a lot. Shedding: like crazy. Prediction: no babies today (but I’d happily be wrong about that.)
Connie’s got a pregnant mama kitty, too, have you seen her? GORGEOUS girl!
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“I don’t think that the regulations for this house allow for a bunch of kittens. They need to GO, or I’ma hafta ticket you.”
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Previously
2014: Angelo, toe-suckin’.
2013: Oh, girl tabby, you make me want to pop you right in my mouth.
2012: No entry.
2011: Despite challenges from Corbie and Jake, Elwood would like to assure you that he remains king of the scratcher. He knows you were worried.
2010: “Shall I run across the room like a little lunatic, or shall I take a nap? Decisions, decisions.”
2009: The Seven, named.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.