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Three of the four (from left: Clairee, Drum, Ouiser), atop the cat tree in my office. (Shelby was busy kicking a spring around my bedroom.)
I turned on the ceiling fan and Shelby and Clairee were all “Is that new?”
Drum is such a good-looking guy.
Ouiser’s smile cracks me up. (She chatters when there’s a feather teaser involved, but it looks like she’s smiling on command.)
These are the faces of kittens who just want their ding dang Churu.
Nap time for Shelby. (Look how long her tail has gotten!)
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Charlie in the sun on the back porch, remembering how his favorite thing about kittens is their food and their toys.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
I love this picture so much (and no, I did not place them there – they’d never have stayed!) From left: Shelby, Drum, Ouiser and Clairee.
I said “SMILE, Ouiser!” and she did! (She was actually chattering at the feather teaser)
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Drum and the silent meows. I have no idea why sometimes he meows silently, and sometimes he meows with sound, but whichever way he does it, he’s adorable (and he knows it.)
Line ’em up! From left: Ouiser, Drum, Shelby & Clairee)
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In case you haven’t noticed, it turns out that Clairee is a goofy little girl who floofs her tail for reasons known only to herself, doesn’t hesitate to take Drum DOWN, and loves to hop when she’s playing. She’s the total package!
Good night innernets. (Drum & Clairee)
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Previously
2022: Along comes Nacho with her little grabby paw.
2021: Ivy’s gonna do what Ivy wants to do, apparently.
2020: I was trying to take a picture of Fritter in a pile of tinsel, and he said “I’ll take this. I know just the place for it!” and jumped down and began dragging it across the room.
2019: No entry.
2018: I can’t imagine where that girl gets her Kravitz-y tendencies.
2017: Okay, well, maybe “smug” is a better description of his face in this picture.
2016: Newt fumes.
2015: They’re listed in no particular order.
2014: No entry.
2013: John Smith is just a great big mush of a loverboy.
2012: Goodbye, Elwood.
2011: SQUIRREL TONGUE
2010: I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the volunteer) has fourteen cats. FOURTEEN.”
2005: No entry.