You guys left a lot of great suggestions on what to call the new litter! I’ve opted to go with Joe’s suggestion –
How about the Players, as in “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players”?
I love it! (And like Leonore, I hear it as “Playahs” in my head.)
So without further ado, meet The Players!
Angelo.
Ferdinand.
Maria.
Mariette.
Orlando.
Yesterday was the day where Maria said “Hmph. You don’t scare me, lady!” and flopped over for a belly rub. The others are still skittish, tending to shy away if I reach for them, but the fact that I had Maria rolling around purring her head off helped a lot. Until yesterday, Orlando was refusing to even come out and let me see him (though I know for sure that when there were no humans in the room, all five of them were out playing), but once I had Maria purring like crazy, Orlando kept circling me, juuuuust out of my reach. I did get hold of him before I left the room and gave him love, but I’m pretty sure that now Maria’s been conquered, the others won’t be far behind.
“Stop lookin’ at me, lady.”
Maria, keeping an eye on me. And those of you who noticed – you are NOT kidding about Maria’s long, long tail. Obviously she stole Mariette and Ferdinand’s tails on her way through the birth canal!
These guys really like to sit and look out the window.
Despite the blur, Ferdinand’s face cracks me UP.
Angelo spends a lot of time on that cat tree (I always make a point of petting him at least a few times while I’m in the room), and he gives a lot of the Love Eyes.
Ferdinand’s tail stub and…Maria? I think? (When these guys calm down, I am SO going to put collars on them so I can tell them apart in pictures. In person, I don’t have much problem, but it’s harder when looking at pictures!)
Players gonna play.
They like that big bed a lot – there’s usually one or two of them snoozing in there.
::thlurrp::
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Sheriff Mama is thinking about ticketing Newt for overfilling that box.
But Newt is pretty sure that he fits just FINE, thank you.
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Previously
2013: We’ve been calling him “Meatball” and “Meathead.”
2012: No entry.
2011: I’ve probably never mentioned before that I think Corbie is the prettiest cat on earth, have I? No, surely not.
2010: Elwood’s got a complaint.
2009: As she reached for the slot machine arm, Samba sent a prayer to the Big Cat in the Sky.
2008: Yes, he is a good dog. No, we’re still not keeping him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.