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Natalie’s eyes are just something else.
She was sitting on my lap, I stopped petting her for a moment to take this picture, and she was all “HOW DARE.”
CUTIE.
Checking out her food plate (that SMILE.)
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Alice is all “You aren’t my Daddy. You go ‘way.”
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Yes, Chef! (Natalie)
Remember Tala and her kittens – orange tabby Franc, black and white floofy girl Lira, and black kitten Sterling (Sterling unfortunately passed away while they were with us) – who we fostered for just a few days at the end of May?
Well, this is what they look like now – so ridiculously CUTE! – and if you’re interested, Forgotten Felines is accepting applications for them. Email info (at) ffhsv.org to inquire!
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In the back yard with permanent resident Khal. (I expected him to walk straight across the lawn to me, but as you can see he marches to the beat of his own fabulous drum.)
Note: we have a cat fence around the back yard; the cats cannot get out of the back yard and are allowed out there during the day. (It’s a Purrfect Fence conversion system – attached to the existing fence – and works great. One day I’ll remember that I wanted to do a quick scan/explanation of the fence, but not today.)
(Permanent resident) Newt says “Since those Hopalong kittens went off to college, I’ve had to park the truck in an empty lot ’til the next set of employees are (1) born and (2) old enough to work the truck. But it’s a nice quiet place to nap for now.”
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We have visible belly movement (aka: “alien belly.”) No, this does not mean that Natalie’s about to go into labor; I’m predicting that she has at least a week (maybe next weekend?), but we shall see.
Good night innernets. (Natalie)
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Previously
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: Oh, Theo Pesto. How have you not been squooshed flat by now?
2020: Constance is all “Pardon me Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.”
2019: I do believe Luc is the silent observer of this litter.
2018: “GIMME that camera, I gots to take a selfie!”
2017: I think Ressler’s brain melted.
2016: No entry.
2015: Zuke haz a skeptical.
2014: Sugarbutt, stomping in to see what’s going on.
2013: “Hodor!” he said triumphantly when he hit land, and claimed the little blue cat tree as his own.
2012: She just looked at me like “You see? You see what I put up with?”
2011: There are five of them, obviously.
2010: Okay, wait. Who is THAT?
2009: The True Bloods!
2008: Living dangerously.
2007: Mister Boogers is OBSESSED with being in the chicken yard.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.