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The kittens were all “Nope. We ain’t going out there.”
So I opened the side door.
Like this. (All that stuff piled on top is the scale, the notebook I record their weights in, and various other things that had been sitting outside the mouth of the crate.)
A few hours later, I came in to see zero kittens out of the crate, Calliope flopped down nearby, and Natalie and Milo checking in (rainbow spots all over the room.)
The kittens were tucked back in a corner, as far from both doors as they could possibly be.
Kitten mosh pit.
Calliope went in to join them.
Zephyr made me think he might be about to come out of the crate – but then he thought better of it.
“Maybe tomorrow,” said Calliope. Maybe so!
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Tortellini is SO. DANG. PRETTY.
Pierogi throws himself into his sleep.
Wonton says “Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears!”
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Snoozin’ Charlie.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
Please hold tight, snooperviser Tortellini is on her way to make sure you’re doing that correctly.
A few people have asked how I can tell Zeus (left) and Daphne apart. He’s bigger than she is, and their fur looks different (his is longer and more silky with a bit of curl to it around his ears and chest, hers is shorter, straighter, and more cottony-soft). He has a crease across his nose (not always obvious in pictures). And she’s got a bit of white on either side of her nostrils (also not obvious in pictures.) I can tell the difference more easily when I can see both of them – if I can only see one, it’s a bit of a struggle for me!
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The kittens are biting butts, practicing their walking skills, and having the occasional zoomie. Something for everyone!
Oh good, the bucket of Pierogi I ordered has arrived.
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I started tossing ping pong balls for Tortellini and Wonton, and Uncle Magoo got involved. Tortellini can SPROING! up in the air like nobody’s business.
“Let me out! LET ME OUT!” says Zephyr in this picture that I took through the wide open crate door directly to his right.
A Wonton and his fish, hanging out on the couch. As you do.
Good night innernets. (Zephyr (top), Zeus (middle), Daphne (bottom.))
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Previously
2025: Uncle Rocco said “Hey, let me help you guys with this. This is a LOT of food, we don’t want it to go to waste.”
2024: No entry.
2023: Alice said “I have enough friends, thank you” and punctuated it with a hiss.
2022: Lord John is all “This doesn’t involve you, lady.”
2021: Charlie and the Ears of Annoyance.
2020: Lola’s all “Wow, I gots a lot of whiskers.”
2019: So I’d imagine at some point in the next 3 weeks she will birth between 1 and 19 kittens, probably when I’m sleeping or otherwise occupied, but maybe I’ll get lucky and will get to witness the blessed event, who knows? Not me!
2018: No entry.
2017: And please do not make me hunt you down and smack you – YES of COURSE when we move from here we’ll take him with us.
2016: “Hi, innernets! Just gettin’ a snuggle!”
2015: “I will take this one, and this one, and that one too.”
2014: It’s not WAHHHHHHHnesday, Gilbert.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: If they weren’t so cute, we wouldn’t always feel the need to pick them up.
2010: Tom Cullen: Simply Flabulous.
2009: Then he tries to stick his nose up Fred’s nostril.
2008: Every now and then the babies will try to nurse, but Kara shuts that down IMMEDIATELY.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: We need a little sign that says Warning: cat can’t hold his licker.