Pattypan, Calabash and Ambercup think this basket is pretty awesome.
Calabash. She’s such a pretty girl!
Torres prefers a nice cardboard box to hang out in. The cardboard’s much tastier than the basket.
Ambercup seems a little worried.
Zuke prefers the smaller basket. That basket cannot contain those ears, though. I don’t think anything could!
Pattypan’s all “How YOU doin’?”
Louganis approves of this basket.
Spitz would like a few more toys in that box, if y’don’t mind.
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Eatin’ time!
I’m pretty sure this one is done with the bottle, thanks.
This one, too.
At this age, all they really do is eat and sleep and kick their wee little legs (which I just LOVE) while I’m pottying them. I get in some snuggle time with them while they’re awake, but most of the time, they’re in their crate, curled up asleep.
Fred took another look at their back ends yesterday and still wasn’t sure, so for now I think I’ll call them “black” and “brown tabby” because I’m creative like that.
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Videos! We’ll call these the Klutzy Kittens videos. In the first, Calabash fights with the handle to a basket, leaps from the basket, and face-plants into a cardboard box (she was fine).
And in the second, Pattypan does some spinning and then runs face-first into a cat toy. She’s also fine, but if you listen closely you’ll hear my exasperated “Missy!”
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Maxi, rolling around in the garden. That girl likes her dust baths so much she MUST be part chicken.
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Previously
2014: Oh, Polo. Why you gotta be so stressed?
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: We got ducks.
2010: Voices
2009, part 1: (Trick sentence! Nothing will stop me from worrying!)
2009, part 2: Ike (just passing through)
2008: I have no idea what Kaylee does with herself at night, maybe she sneaks downstairs and snuggles with Spanky, who knows?
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Ye GODS does that hurt, to have a kitten climbing up your back.