For a cat-free zone, Fred’s office certainly does have a lot of cat beds… and cats.
Miz Poo was sleeping in this bed (which is located right next to a space heater), but then the kittens invaded.
Meadow and Silvio, in the Pagoda.
Paulie Walnuts certainly does enjoy the sunshine.
Smilin’ boy.
I swear, Melfi is all ears.
Tony, watching something fascinating.
Too much sunshine makes Paulie loopy.
Pretty, pretty boy.
Sweet Tony.
Sweet stripey Tony.
Though I have never ever even once given any of the kittens any food in the kitchen, somehow they KNOW that that’s where food comes from (I’m sure they can smell it). When I’m in the kitchen doing anything at all, they gather around and howl to let me know that they’re dying of starvation. Yesterday I was making jalapeno jelly, and OH how they howled.
They’ve gotten well trained enough so that when I call “Come on, guys!” at bedtime, they all come running. Until Sunday night, Fred always had to grab one or two strays and guide them up the stairs, but for the last two nights all 7 of them have accompanied me upstairs to get their bedtime treats. They’re smart little monkeys, is what they are.
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Jake looks deceptively sweet here, doesn’t he? But you can see the looniness in his eyes.
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Previously
2012: The Weeds girls go a-visitin’.
2011: Kitteh Video Saturday.
2010: Bobby, having finished his own plate, moves on down the line to see what everyone else has.
2009: I calls him “SnuffleFLOOFaGus.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Sitting in the portal, waiting for the mother ship to arrive.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.