Spock’s hanging out with his mama.
Kirk really likes those blankets.
Spock considers climbing into my lap.
Troi’s in the litter box all by herself, and that thousand yard stare cracks me up.
Kes at the milk bar.
Spock and Kes. These two do spend a lot of time curled up together. We may be looking at a bonded pair (or we may not. We’ll see in the weeks to come.)
A moment in the foster room: Uhura keeping a casual eye on the kittens, Troi in the chair with Mister Frog, Spock rolling off the back of the cat bed, Kes biting the side of the cat bed, and Janeway looking at Kes’s tail. Not shown: Kirk, who was in my lap.
Is it just me, or do the markings on Troi’s chest kind of make it look like she’s wearing a bustier? (Also, she’s getting ready to double-kick Kirk in the face, I think.)
Janeway’s taking it easy.
A Kes and her mama.
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I mean, why come inside where there’s central air, when you can flop onto your back on the screened porch where it’s roughly one million degrees? While wearing a fur coat? You do you, Khal.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
The kittens aren’t sure whether they want to roll out of bed, or roll over and go back to sleep.
It’s Toesday, so please admire Spock’s pink and gray beans.
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In this video, Troi:
has a complaint
tussles with Janeway
toddles about
has a taillight (the tip of her tail is white)
greets Mama
goes through the tunnel scratcher
and has another complaint or two, for good measure.
“What fresh hell is this?”
I cannot stop laughing at the expression on Uhura’s face at Janeway just casually stomping across her.
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Kirk and Spock in the crate, doing their thing. Kirk works on his skitterbug skills and does a few laps around the crate (and then rolls around on his back waving his legs around, because he knows I cannot stand how utterly adorable that is.) Also, Spock purrs briefly!
They’re learning to grab, bite, and kick their toys. (To be fair, they’ve been grabbing, biting, and kicking each other since about birth, but at least toys don’t squeal in outrage and fight back.) (Kirk)
Good night innernets. (Kes, Spock and Uhura)
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Previously
2022: Nacho’s giving me the Eyes of Judgement.
2021: “Just wanna hang out and play with my kicker toy, lady. Is that so much to ask without this little whippersnapper barging in?”
2020: The look Constance gave me when I asked if she could possibly be any cuter. (I assume the answer is “no.”)
2019: A boy in a basket with a baguette. Oui!
2018: They were looking at the blue spring, the best toy ever!
2017: Chip is weirdly obsessed with the strainer in the utility sink.
2016: “I know she’s got my toy. I’m just biding my time, lady.”
2015: Gracie.
2014: No entry.
2013: Sweet rumpled little monkey girl.
2012: “POLLY, HE IN MY BASKET.”
2011: “Wush up, guysh?”
2010: I guess that toy knows who the boss is now!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.