On Friday, we weighed the kittens and took pictures of each!
Darwin is the smallest at 13 1/2 ounces.
Logie continues to be the largest at 1 pound and 7/8 ounces.
Newbery weighed in at 14 3/4 ounces.
And Razzie’s at 13 5/8 ounces.
For future reference (although I’m sure I’ll never remember this), it’s apparently at the 3 1/2 week mark when the kittens lose their fear and start seriously venturing forth from their safe place. Now when I go into the room, I speak to Emmy (I always speak to her as I’m coming through the door so she’ll know I’m coming; the other day I walked through the door without speaking, and she hissed at me!) and the kittens talk back to me.
I was hanging out with Emmy and the kittens yesterday, and all four of the babies came out of the box while Emmy snoozed in the box. Newbery came hauling butt out of the box, stumbled drunkenly toward the corner of the room where the litter box is, then changed direction and came over to me, sniffed my foot wildly, and then climbed up in my lap.
Newbery and Logie appear to be pretty fearless, though Razzie and Darwin aren’t far behind!
Belly up to the milk bar, kiddies.
They are such BRATS these days. They’re always smacking at Emmy, biting her on the face, and she totally puts up with it.
Time to eat again!
“Please, lord, don’t let those brats wake up. Mama needs a break.”
Zzzzzzzzzzz
I wish I could sleep on a bed of kittens. I bet that would be super comfy! Well. Except for the claws.
Oh, the little bitty FACES kill me dead. Also, the spotted belly.
“Maaaaamaaaaaaaaa! We is hungry!”
Smug little brat.
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Remember last week when I said that Kara always looks concerned and a bit stressed? Well, I was wrong.
Apparently there are actually times when she’s relaxed and happy looking, and those times are when she’s being held like a baby. Is she not the most gorgeous girl?
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: I don’t know what the number is that determines crazy cat lady-hood, but I’ve got to say that two can’t possibly be the number. That’s hardly even cat PERSON level, right there.
2009: Beulah thinks this is the MOST FUN EVER, and she crawls up on the back of my leg and hangs on for the ride.
2008: No entry.
2007: I ain’t cleaning the frickin’ floors in this house ever again
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.