Gilbert keeps an eye on EVERYTHING. Nothing’s allowed to happen without his direct supervision.
“What you want, weird lady?”
“No, seriously. WHAT YOU WANT?”
Blaster is a big fan of catnip toys.
Mooch and Gilbert.
Gilbert comes closer to keep an eye on me (or rather, that feather teaser I was waving around).
Left to right: Mooch, Gilbert, Grant, Blaster. I’m not sure where Marshall was.
There he is! He must have been on the floor, and jumped up to see what was going on.
They’re growing up. Why do they have to grow up? Whyyyyy?
Sweet Mooch, watching his brudders play.
Video! Here’s snackin’ time in the foster room. The first section is from the Dropcam, and shows how the kittens gather around the door when they hear me coming. The second section is what happens when I open the door first thing in the morning. And the last section is evening snack time. Orlando’s included in this video, since I made it before he went off to Petsmart.
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Sugarbutt, Corbie & Jake.
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Previously
2013: I think we can all tell exactly what move Scorch is considering here.
2012: No entry.
2011: Finnegan’s face is cracking me up. “THIS ARE MY SPOT YOU GO AWAY.”
2010: Bolitar, at home wherever he happens to land.
2009: Saying goodbye to Mister Boogers.
2008: Poor little monsters, they have no idea what’s coming!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: For the most part Mister Boogers left the kittens alone, though Oy kept going over and sniffing at him, and he could hardly stand it, and he would growl and raise his paw to smack that kitten across the room, but then I would say “Mis. Ter. Boog. Ers.” in my Mean Lady voice, and he’d put his paw back down and walk away.