I know it’s been a few weeks since there’s been a Crooked Acres Wednesday, but the weather has been so nasty lately that I can’t bring myself to go out there and slog around in the mud and take pictures. If it EVER stops with this gray, overcast, rainy ridiculousness and dries up a little, maybe I can get out there and get some decent pictures. ‘Til then, you’ll have to be happy with kitten pictures. I know, it’s a hardship, right?
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My favorite angle for kitten pictures is from above. I don’t know why, I just know I love it.
“Um. What doin’, lady?”
“And what’s THAT?”
Sweet wee Buttercup knew that climbing up on the cat tree would get her closer to that feather teaser I was waving around wildly.
Jareth on the scratcher. I’m staring to think that Jareth’s going to be a big boy. His paws are huge, and he’s got a pretty big head. Hopefully he grows into both his paws and his head.
Aslan lubs his mama.
Leia and the floof.
Seriously. Check out that ear floof!
“I not sparkly, but I still a vampire, lady. You come here, let me bite your neck.”
“If she’s a vampire, I’m a zombie. Brains. Braaaains.”
“Wait. Nevermind. Brains sound gross.”
A video! Here’s one of Jareth, mainly, being a nut.
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Pile o’ dragons.
Paula mentioned this the other day in the comments – check out the SIZE of Puff’s head. That is something special, right there. The better to produce fire with, I suppose.
I guess you can only hold that giant head up for so long before you have to collapse onto a heap o’ napping siblings.
I swear, they are a never-ending mass of motion, these kittens.
Buffy the human slayer*, over there on the right, showing off his fearsome hiss.
*AKA Scorch.
He certainly is a pretty boy, isn’t he?
Ruth, there in the back, doesn’t get much camera time because she tends to stay in the back (and on the bottom) of the pack.
Norbert, smilin’.
I swear. That head is like the size of Ember’s entire body.
“…three…four…five. Okay, there really ARE five. No matter how many times I count. It’s just… I don’t remember HAVING five. I only remember four. Maybe this is what they mean when they say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe you forget the actual one you’re birthing, too. I wish I’d forgotten birthing that one with the big head. That pain I can live without remembering.”
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“Um. Just hanging out in my bed on the dryer. Are you accusing me of slacking? Because I can see the entire back yard from here and it’s raining and I don’t like to get wet and… okay. I’ll go out and resume my duties. SIGH. The job of a Sheriff Mama is never done. NEVER, I SAY.”
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Previously
2012: “I whip it real good!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Look, I made a video to share the pain!
2008: “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
2007: “Squirrels do love cashews, Bob.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.