Darry, keeping an eye on me. Or on something, anyway. Isn’t he a pretty boy?
Sodapop, laying atop the fleece bed, kneading and purring. Isn’t HE a pretty boy?
“I thought I was a pretty boy, lady.” You are, Ponyboy. You really, really are.
Two-Bit is smugly certain that he’s a pretty boy, also. (He’s right!)
Hemlock (also a pretty boy!) supervises the brudderly tussling.
Juniper (NOT a pretty boy – but a very pretty girl, obviously), protecting her favorite silvervine kick toy while Hemlock watches more brudderly tussling.
I scrubbed down the foster room yesterday and brought out the couch. Ponyboy approved!
So did Hemlock – but then, Hemlock’s seen it before.
Sodapop will check out the couch later, thank you.
“Halp!” It looks like Two-Bit is snuggling with Sodapop, but in actuality, he was biting Sodapop’s neck. Sodapop eventually got away.
Yesterday morning, we locked all 6 of the kittens in the bathroom, and I scrubbed down the foster room – tossed the litter, cleaned the litter boxes, mopped and steam-cleaned the floors, replaced all the bedding and the quilt I use as a rug. It took me about 2 hours, but that room was super duper clean when I was done. It stayed clean for most of the afternoon, but then someone loaded up their secret pockets with litter and scattered it all over the place. You just can’t have anything nice – OR clean – with kittens around!
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Video! How DOES that cube end up traveling all over the foster room? It’s a mystery.
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I tried to crop this picture down, but it got too grainy. The look on her face and those Ears of Extreme Annoyance are cracking me UP. I sure do love that Sheriff Mama and her stern little face.
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Previously
2015: Skinny Pete, as it turns out, is NOT A BOY.
2014: No entry.
2013: Carmela peeks to see what’s going on out THERE.
2012: She’s worried and disapproving.
2011: “Let the party begin, I HAVE ARRIVED!”
2010: Nothing cuter than a disgusted cat, unless it’s a hissing kitten.
2009: “Oh WOE, I am lost, someone please save me!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Those are some awesome Crazy Eyes there on the left.
2006: But this is the ONLY position she’ll take her bottle in, standing on her back legs with her back against me.
2005: Hey. Did you SEE the Best. Picture. Ever.?