I’m on vacation this week, and will be incommunicado ’til I get back from Myrtle Beach. I’ve scheduled entries to automatically post every morning at the usual time, so you won’t have to go without.
See you next week!
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Silvio shows off his climbing skills. I have that litter bucket sitting there to hold the barrier across the doorway into the closet, where Livia’s litter box is. I use clumping litter for her, so didn’t want the kittens to get in there. The bucket’s also there so that she can jump up on it and then step over the barrier to the bucket sitting on the other side. She COULD just jump over the barrier if she wanted to, I suppose, but she’s feeding, cleaning, and disciplining 7 kittens every day. I thought I’d make life a little easier for her. In any case, I guess that barrier isn’t going to hold back the kittens for much longer!
When they’re this little and light, they can climb on the scratcher and hang there without it tipping over. And they LOVE to do just that.
Meadow, climbing the crate that I have clearly not moved out of there yet. They still love to sleep in it!
Tony, keeping a close eye to see how Carmela climbs that thing (note that Adriana’s on the top of the cat tree, settling in for a nap.)
Tony, following Carmela’s example, started climbing. And then he didn’t know how to get down. Livia was like “Get down from there, child! You’re too little for that nonsense!”
Paulie Walnuts defends the crate from Silvio’s biting ways.
“I can SEE the top of the platform, I just can’t get up ON to it!”
Awww. Mama hugs!
Pretty Mama.
Silvio’s eyes are changing. Wahhhh, I want them to stay blue!
Paulie’s eyes are changing, too. Drat!
Basket full o’ monkeys.
“Who, me? I’m behaving! I AM! Me and my giant paws!”
Melfi has the basket ALL to herself.
Oh Tony, you tiny little monkey.
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One of Corbie’s favorite places to be – in the front room, laying on the scratcher behind the couch. He is such a beautiful boy, isn’t he?
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Previously
2012: Polly decided it was safer closer to the ground.
2011: I am very sad to report to you that this morning, I am taking Buster to Petsmart.
2010: I came home to a needy Miz Poo and the faint smell of cat pee at my desk.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Whyyyyyyyyyyy does life have to be so haaaaaaaaaaard?!”
2006: “Um. Whatcha do with that squirrel, Momma?” I asked.
2005: If he was a dog, he’d be a bulldog.