Oksana joins the little ones at the milk bar.
Ohno (left) and Picabo, side by side.
Deanzilla, thinking about his next move.
Torvill gives me the crazy eyes.
Hangin’ out on the little blue cat tree. (Dean and Katarina)
Oksana with attitude.
Weigh-in! Apparently I hit the “tare” button without realizing it. Or Dean + Torvill = 0.0 pounds.
Tessa. Have you noticed that their ears have moved up? They’re 3 weeks old today, by the way.
Katarina, stuck in that tree again. (She’s not really stuck.)
Ohno giving Picabo the ol’ huggeroo.
Have I mentioned that Katia adores her mama?
Brian Boitano casually shows off his extra thumb. “Oh, this ol’ thing?”
Scott (left) next to Brian Boitano. You can see the difference in their coloring.
As mentioned up there, Kristi’s kittens are 3 weeks old today. Which means that they’re the same age Katia’s kittens were when Kristi’s were born. How do I not have a third mother cat giving birth in my cat room right now? I need a new litter born in that room every three weeks IF YA DON’T MIND.
(Fred: “I mind.” He’s no fun.)
If you missed it on Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter over the weekend AND in yesterday’s giant weekly roundup post, I walked into the room Saturday to find Ohno and Scott out of the crate. Ohno was hanging out right next to the crate and Scott had crawled over to where Oksana and Katarina were snoozing, and curled up between them. I scooped both Ohno and Scott up and put them back in the crate, and no one has been out of the crate again – but I suspect it won’t be long before they’re all crawling around the room and driving their mother crazy.
Katia’s kittens are 6 weeks old (as of yesterday) and while I haven’t actually seen them eat any of the kibble or canned cat food, I’m sure they’ve given it a try. They’re using the litter boxes – not at 100%, but pretty close to it. They prefer the boxes in the closet – in fact, prefer to climb into the BIG boxes – to the smaller boxes scattered around the room. Those babies are growing up – and at 6 weeks old, they’re about 6 weeks away from being ready for spaying/neutering/vaccinations and available for adoption. WHERE does the time go??
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Archie has a curiosity.
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Previously
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: Little bit of the smug going on there with Skelton.
2014: Sometimes I have to speak sharply to him. “Stefan,” I say. “CALM. DOWN. RIGHT NOW.”
2013: “Did I already clean your ears?”
2012: It always seems to end with someone getting his or her face bitten.
2011: Out of control kittens.
2010: Corbett marches to the beat of his own drummer.
2009: No entry.
2008: I’m going to consider that progress.
2007: He always pretends he can’t hear me when I suggest we switch houses for the night, because he is a mean, uncaring sadist.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.