Can you believe these little muffins are SEVEN weeks old already? In celebration (and because someone recently mentioned the idea), here’s a side of them that you don’t get to see all that often.
That’s right.
It’s Tummy Thursday!
Belushi.
Gilda. (Don’t you love the white “buttons” holding her waistcoat closed?)
Louis.
Rickles.
Roseanne. (I think she looks like a white cat wearing a tabby blanket!)
Shecky. (FYI, it only took me SEVEN weeks to realize that Shecky’s got white paws.)
Skelton. (“Unhand my foot, lady!”)
Lucy has no intention of showing you her tummy, so don’t even think about asking.
And here they are, right-side up (or not).
Gilda is the sleepingest sleeper who ever slept.
Rickles looks a little concerned about my intentions.
Shecky, the zipper to your cat suit is showing! Cover that up, people will get suspicious.
Doesn’t Louis look oh-so-innocent? Like he wouldn’t bite your lips if you gave him half a chance.
Skelton was the very first kitten to purr for me!
Belushi always looks so scowly, but he’s the sweetest little lovebug.
Roseanne, taking a rest from kicking tails and taking names.
At weigh-in yesterday, I found that we’ve got three kittens who are at or over 2 pounds. Rickles and Shecky are 2 pounds 2 ounces. Skelton’s at an even two pounds. Louis and Roseanne continue to be the two smallest at 1 pound 12 ounces each, Belushi’s at 1 pound 15 ounces, and Gilda’s at 1 pound 14 ounces. I was glad to see that Lucy gained 1/4 of a pound, putting her back over 8 pounds. She still needs to put on some more weight, and with the kittens eating well on their own, that shouldn’t be a problem!
You can see their weight chart at the bottom of their page.
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Alice Mo, stressin’ it.
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Previously
2014: Oops. Looks like one of your ears fell off, Tricki.
2013: Toes, toes everywhere!
2012: “We is having a meeting, and you is not invited. Do we need to call Security?”
2011: No entry.
2010: “I couldn’t help it! I just wanted a snuggle and some canned food! I AM NOT a big baby! Okay, maybe I am. But I had to register my complaint, didn’t I?!”
2009: Yeah, poor babies. It’s a rough life!
2008: I imagine that in the operating room, the surgeon’s going to say “Why is she covered in small cuts [I originally typo’d “small cats”. HA!] from head to toe?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.