Paulie Walnuts, hangin’ with Mama.
“::sniff:sniff:: Mama, your paw smells funny.”
“Melfi, smell this paw. Doesn’t it smell funny?”
“Funny…and tasty!”
“PAWS UP, Y’ALL!”
Sweet Miss Carmela. Fred walked into the room last night carrying a (loud) bag of litter, and she puffed up and ran sideways. It was adorable. I wish I’d had the camera with me!
Sweet Melfi girl. She’s teaching herself to climb up the leg of my pants every time I go into the room. She has talent!
Teeny Tony. Though with the way he’s eating lately, he’s not going to be teeny for much longer! One of the things I love about kittens this age is how day after day, you can put them in front of a plate of canned food and they sniff it and walk away. And you can put some of it in their mouth, and they spit it out and walk away. Then suddenly, one day you put a little of the food in their mouth and they look like they’ve been zapped, they go all stiff, they swallow what you put in their mouth and they wildly sniff around for more, and then they eat and eat and eat. Tony hit that point in his development on Wednesday, and he hasn’t looked back!
“Mama, I’m already CLEAN!”
“Not clean enough, kid. Not clean enough.”
Oh, I just love his little face!
Whenever Livia hears Fred walk from his office to the bathroom (which is next door to the foster room), she goes over and looks expectantly at the door, waiting for him to come in and say hi.
Silvio needs a kiss.
Melfi shows off her teef.
“I gots teef, too!”
“And I ain’t afraid to use ’em!”
“I also gots claws. And I will mess. You. UP!”
Oh, sweet little innocent Meadow. Tuxies are just the sweetest.
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Videos! I’ve got a bunch for you today.
First, this is what Tony sounds like when he meows. He sounds like a squeaky wheel! (Pardon the blurry picture; I am clearly clueless when it comes to things like focusing!)
Then, Carmela figures out what this whole “playing” thing is about.
Next, Tony gets all up in Livia’s plate of food and noms while she watches patiently.
And it’s feeding time at the Milk Bar.
Lastly, some general playing-time footage.
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Previously
2012: I love that Magoo, just love him to death.
2011: Spanky (and Elwood!) Wednesday.
2010: Blog vacation.
2009: “I would have expected a much higher-pitched scream,” I said to Fred, and then I laughed until I cried.
2008: Marion, the torbie of hissiness.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No, we aren’t adopting him ( <—–LIE)