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Carmy atop the pile o’ kittens, havin’ a yawn.
Carmy considers a nap.
Richie using Tina’s tail as a pillow. Awww!
Carmy regards his family.
Sydney rolls around on her back while Tina keeps watch.
Tina’s face is cracking me UP.
Sydney and Carmy have a tussle, kind of.
The milk bar’s getting crowded.
Carmy checks out the ceiling of the crate.
And the door of the crate.
Hmmm… nope. Still just a little too far to for him to step.
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Alice enjoys some sunshine.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
I would say Tina spends a good solid 90% of her time either in the crate (here she is, top, greeting me) or flopped down right in front of it, snoozing. She does occasionally wander the room, eats, uses the litter box, has even checked out the view out the windows a few times. But right now her focus is the crate and what’s in it. She’s such a good mama!
Tina says “MINE.”
Is Tina a Burmese? Could be! Siamese? Maybe! The truth is that it’s all conjecture on our part, since she came from animal control and DNA tests are so expensive.
So from here on I’m going to declare that she’s 100% North Alabama ChitChat.
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Kitten mosh pit! It’s a rough life ain’t it, kittens? (I love how Tina always has something to say!)
Eyeball report! (Carmy’s eyes have been open for about a week now, but I’m including him anyway.) All eyes are open (though Sydney’s right eye isn’t all the way open) and all are that beautiful dark blue kittens are born with. I think things are still a bit of an unfocused blur for Richie, Jeff and Sydney, but Carmy is really SEEING things now (the ceiling of the crate, the fact that a “beyond the crate” exists, the weird lady who keeps talking to him), and I predict that the fun is about to begin.
Good night innernets. (Sydney, Carmy (back), Richie (front) and Jeff)
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Previously
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: The milk bar is packed.
2020: Oh, these four boys (left to right: Porthos, Aramis, Athos & d’Artagnan). They’re so stinkin’ cute. I can’t believe no one has claimed them yet!
2019: It’s a cuppa Luc, if you needed to start off your day right.
2018: Then Calais said “::squealing brakes:: WAIT WHO WAS THAT?!” and she went a bit floofy.
2017: Khal Drogo is currently comatose in the leaves off the side stoop, getting his fang on.
2016: No entry.
2015: (As an aside – I had to remove that bowl from the kitten room for now, because the little goobers kept running into it, face-first. I don’t want any cracked skulls and leaking marshmallow Fluff, so I put it away for now.)
2014: Last night, Orlando went home!
2013: Jon Snow lets his Alabama roots show.
2012: I call him my little RatBat.
2011: No entry.
2010: Well. What would YOU do? I couldn’t just leave!
2009: That’s Hoyt, the big mouth.
2008: The quintessential Zoe look.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.