Pile of kittens on the rug in Fred’s room indicates that there was a recent drive-by nursing.
~~thlurrrrp~~
In a perfect world, someone would break into the house, take that closet door down, strip it, and repaint it. Think I could train the kittens to paint? (I’m sure they’d LOVE to get their paws on a bucket of paint!)
Oh, that sweet Roseanne. Did I pick her up and squeeze her? You know I did!
Shecky has a bit of the Loon to him, with an extra helping of AMAZEment.
Roseanne, scheming.
“Wahhh! Lady! We tryin’ to sleeeeeeep!”
Cat tree full o’ kittens.
Rickles just loves to be upside-down, apparently.
Roseanne discovered the dog-fur cat toy* and dragged it around the room and up onto Fred’s bed, growling the entire time.
*A cat toy made of dog fur. A couple of years ago, Fred went out and brushed George and Gracie. I gathered up the dog fur, tossed it into a pillow case, and ran it through the washer several times. It tangled together in a mass, and the kittens ADORE playing with it.
Shecky and Louis – brudderly love.
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Stefan and his terrible, hard-working, day-to-day-grind of a life. You GOTTA feel sorry for him!
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Previously
2014: “Dennis, my butt! Did you see it? Did you see my butt?”
2013: Apparently Norbert’s ears are a delicacy.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHERE MY FOOD, LADY?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: First visit: not such a rousing success.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Greetings from Kitten Town, And3rsonville, USA, where I’m currently on Poop Watch.