“Wahhhh! I’m da BAYBEE, and I have a BANDAGE on my LEG, and I shouldn’t have to walk anywhere, you should carry me wherever I want to go!”
::smug::
Zuke is all tongue and claws in this picture. Well, he’s rocking a fivehead, too, while he’s at it.
“I am but a wee baby, and she is SQUOOSHING ME!”
“Please, madame, may I have another syringe of gooshy food? No, I don’t want to eat it off a plate myself, I want YOU to put it in my mouth. I am but a wee BAYBEE.”
“Lady, I need to shred your hands a little more, if you don’t mind. It’s in my job description.” (They actually had their claws trimmed at the vet the other day, but my hands are such a mess with all the scratching kittens, constant hand washing, and constant dish washing that even scratches from their trimmed claws hurt right now.)
Zuke needs a hug, please.
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That is a super judgemental look from Phelps, isn’t it?
Spitz has such a serious little face!
Louganis considers his next move.
Yesterday I started the Swimmers on canned food along with their bottle. I think it went well.
They may have worn more than went into their mouths, but they seemed to like the canned food (mixed with formula) quite a bit.
“MOAR.”
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Jake’s having some snuggle time with his catnip kicker. Please go away.
Speaking of Jake, I made this video back before Carlin and Skelton left us. I was hanging out in the kitchen with the kittens, and Jake strolled in with a toy in his mouth. Silly boy.
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Previously
2014: He looks like a bearded old man, doesn’t he?
2013: Norbie gives me the Eyes of Skepticism.
2012: Before you start reading this, please know: it does not have a sad ending.
2011: No entry.
2010: Julie is NOT sitting on the table.
2009: I have fallen head over heels for these monkeys. I always do.
2008: It’s good to be king.
2007: Maryanne continues to make herself at home.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.