Tater Tot in a box, showing off a little bit of attitude.
Calamity Jane comes over to see what the what is going on.
Pretzel and her come-hither look.
Eclair needs a snuggle.
There’s a warming pad under that blanket, and Wild Bill approves.
Tiny Onion Ring in the Tiny Basket.
Pretzel would like y’all to know that the ToastyCat bed is mighty, mighty comfy.
Funnel Cake strikes a pose.
Snowcone and Candy Apple are never very far from each other.
Hush Puppy wonders how many times I’m going to accidentally call him “Hash Brown.”
This ham-mick gives Davy Crockett the Crazy Eyes.
Eclair and Pretzel (top) and Tater Tot and Onion Ring really like this little cat tree.
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Khal comes for a snuggle.
Speaking of Khal, he and Charlie were 100% playing yesterday. They were jumping at each other, chasing each other back and forth, playing slappy paws. It was seriously cute – and nice to see – and perhaps one day I’ll even manage to get video of that while it’s happening. So at this point Charlie has been spotted playing with Jake, Archie, and now Khal. Fred has also taken him outside (wearing a halter and leash) in the backyard. (We have a cat fence, but Charlie is still small enough that I would worry about him being able to fit through the slats of the fence. Luckily he’s not SUPER interested in going outside yet, and hopefully by the time he figures out the cat doors to the screened porch and then outside, he’ll be too big to fit through the slats. If not, we’ll close the cat doors to the back yard until he gets bigger.)
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Previously
2019: No entry.
2018: “I was SLEEPIN’ in the SCRATCHER BOWL, and then the ornj wave DESCENDED!” pouts Solenoid.
2017: She is a LAYDEE, you know.
2016: Charlotte really enjoyed being flea combed!
2015: The Swimmers, house panther division.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: The look on Magoo’s face is cracking me up.
2011: I’m starting to think that Miss Molly has a bit of a crush on little Charlie Peppers.
2010: They would LOVE to have the run of the house, but they’re still little guys so it’ll be a few more weeks before that happens.
2009: I accidentally brushed Terry with one hand and woke him up, and he blatted at me until I started petting him, and then he purred and blatted some more.
2008: No entry.
2007: Peyton puts his paws in the air like he just don’t care.
2006: Where else is there to sleep in this horrid, uncomfortable house where there are three warm and cozy cat beds to every single cat?
2005: Also, there are little cinnamon footprints around the food bowl, because little Sugarbutt gets SO HAPPY when he’s eating that he has to dance around in the cinnamon and then drag it all over the room.