Webster, greeting the uncles.
“I know Uncle Dennis is acting like he wants a hug, but I will not fall into his trap!” thinks the very wise Webster.
“But I must give his paws a sniff. It’s only polite!”
Felix, peeking up from atop the little cat condo to see what’s going on.
Webster and Uncle Dennis, sniffing noses.
Did I mention that Felix is a climber? I walked into the kitchen and about had a heart attack.
It’s hard to tell from this picture, but Felix was directly over the refrigerator and clearly thinking about jumping down. I thought that jump was far too much for a little guy.
“HOW did I get up here?!” Felix wondered. Fred came in and lured Felix around the walkway so he’d see the best way to get down.
“That was easy!” said Felix.
This little guy, I’m telling you – there’s no stopping him. We were watching TV last night, and he climbed up the screen door in the hallway, and then sat on the top. Fred rescued him, and of course not ten minutes later, he was up there again. I told Fred to see if Felix could figure a way down, and after a little consideration, Felix climbed down the other side of the screen door. Naturally, I didn’t have the camera with me, but you better believe I will tonight when we’re watching TV!
Yesterday morning, Fred came down from his office for breakfast. We were standing in the kitchen talking, and here came Felix, trotting in to check out the food bowl. That little brat had figured out how to push up the hook holding the screen door closed!
Too smart for his own good, that boy.
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I adore that delightfully loony look on his face (there was a feather teaser up there, and it always brings out the loon in him!)
Speaking of things that make him particularly loony, here’s some video of the thing that REALLY makes him looneriffic: the laser light. (Webster and Felix are in the last half of the video, and clearly do not know WHAT to think of this behavior.)
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Previously
2015: And Jake was loonily smug.
2014: Here at Crooked Acres, we like to do all our important cleaning on Saturday, and we make the kittens do the same.
2013: (Or, more accurately: “Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!”)
2012: “Dis my OTHER favorite place to sleep. A man’s gotta have options.”
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: (it’s really too bad the name “Angela” was taken, because it would have been perfect for her, she’s TOTALLY Angela from The Office!)
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”