The Three Musketeers (Stefan, Dewey and Dennis), getting their nap on.
Dewey and Carla Mae eyeball each other.
Dewey is definitely at that long and lanky stage.
Frankie is doing well, and has moved from sleeping on Fred’s bed all day to sleeping on the couch all day. He’s no dummy – there’s a heated blanket on the couch, and we keep it turned on for him, because of course we do.
“Woof! I’m a giraffe!” says Dennis.
Newt, in a rare moment of repose.
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When we told Alice that Frankie was her new brother, she was overcome with joy.
(By the way, it was 6 years ago that I announced Alice was adopted – though it wasn’t ’til the next day that I told you she’d been adopted by us. I cannot believe it’s been 6 years!)
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Previously
2016: No entry.
2015: “Hello, sunshine, my old friend; I’ve come to warm my furs again.”
2014: “I just like to snuggle rather than roll around like brutes. Is that so wrong?”
2013: Obviously the cats can’t stay in their cages while the painting is going on, so Mercury, Kennebec, and Baby Beans are back here until Friday morning.
2012: Everett takes a break from jumping to show the correct waltzing form.
2011: Alice and Rhyme were both adopted on Saturday!
2010: Ouiser ultimately got the upper hand, and Drum ran for his life!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: She became entirely liquid somehow, and flowed through my fingers and across the room, ending up under the bed.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.