Aslan apparently thinks that his brothers and sisters are pillows.
Comfy, comfy pillows.
The litter minus Aslan who was, I think, sitting in or near my lap. Leia’s little smile there in the back is cracking me up.
By the way, I mistype Aslan’s name (as Alsan or Asland) almost every single time I type it. What’s up with that? (I also cannot type Fed Ex properly the first time, it always comes out Fred Ex.)
Sweet monkey Jareth and his big ol’ eye booger.
Buttercup on the left, Charming on the right. The biggest and the smallest of the litter!
A (smilin’) girl and her mama.
Jareth was the first kitten to crawl into my lap, and as of yesterday, he was the first to discover that he could jump up and sink his sharp little claws into the back of my shirt and then hang there. He’s a genius, that one.
Charming, headed for the litter buffet. SIGH.
“I can haz a snuggle?”
“HI MAMA!”
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Khaleesi’s favorite place to hang out is on the cat tree. Most of the time that’s where she is – unless she hears us coming, whereupon she meets us at the door.
She has the longest whiskers!
She enjoys a good claw-sharpening session.
And did I mention the whiskers?
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“WHAT are you doing outside the back yard? Get in here!”
“I’m not kidding. GET. IN. HERE.”
::glare::
Sheriff Mama takes her job seriously.
If you’ve ever wondered how Sheriff Mama reacts when I get back into the back yard, where I belong, here’s a video. Despite her glares and her admonishments, I think it’s pretty clear that she is one sweet girl.
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Previously
2012: “SEE ya.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Y’all love her and you want to see her grow up and you don’t believe I could ever give her up, but y’all say that about AN AWFUL LOT OF THE KITTENS I FOSTER.
2008: Kara birthing babies.
2007: The Litter Robot report
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.