Fizzbin’s all “WE WAS TRYIN’ TO SLEEP, LADY!”
I was being quiet, I swear!
Uno, ready to lead the charge.
Canasta keeps an eye on the roamers.
Coming to check things out closer (please note Pinochle trying to bite Canasta’s front leg. Brat!)
Whist considers her next step.
Uno is displeased with how crowded the milk bar has become lately.
Pinochle can’t believe how soft this rug is.
We’ve got a lights-on, no-one-home situation here with Fizzbin.
Little bit of attitude from Whist.
Baff time for Pinochle.
I set up the litter boxes yesterday morning and put each kitten into a litter box. They all sniffed around a little and then came right back out. It’s apparently a little early for them to use the litter boxes, but I bet it won’t be too long.
They’re already spending more time out of the crate than in it. I think it drives Canasta a little crazy when they scatter in all directions (she talks to them a lot when they do), but she’s getting used to it. I’ve put soft rugs and beds all around the crate, so they don’t have to go far to find a place to rest their weary heads.
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That cat house – one of three (I think) that we brought with us from Crooked Acres – is looking pretty rough. But Archie doesn’t mind one little bit!
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Previously
2020: Carmelita, studiously NOT looking at the camera.
2019: Mary did not approve of this behavior.
2018: Babysitting doesn’t mean sitting on the babies, Torvill.
2017: No entry.
2016: Art Vandelay is killing me dead here.
2015: And then Peter mocked Heart.
2014: Then Mariette got all “But WHY does the mouse keep running around the track? Does it hate us?”
2013: Meet the Royals.
2012: No entry.
2011: Just occasionally, she needs a nap. With her fangs showing and her tongue sticking out a bit.
2010: “BRING DOWN THE HAND FOR THE BELLY RUB!”
2009: Beulah critiques my belly-rub technique.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.