Sleepy babies.
Dr. Melfi is exhausted. It’s a tough job, but SOMEONE has to be this cute.
Stretchin’ Adriana.
Sweet little toeses.
“What?”
“You can’t see me.”
Oh, how Paulie wants OUT. But it’s so far down!
He has to resort to sitting and staring sadly out the door of the crate until I grab him and kiss him on top of his fuzzy little head.
Carmela is pretty sure no one needs to go out there.
The Sopranos are three weeks old now! I suspect that in the next week they’ll start escaping the crate, and then it’ll be time to set up litter boxes all over the room for them. I think Livia will be REALLY glad to see them using the litter boxes on their own. I know I would if I were responsible for pottying 7 kittens multiple times a day!
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Newt has got to be the quietest cat on Earth. I never ever hear him meowing or complaining, and in fact the only time I ever hear a sound from him is when he comes face to face with Stefan. He’s decided he doesn’t care for the cut of Stefan’s jib, and never misses an opportunity to growl and swipe at him. Otherwise, he’s like a big ol’ teddy bear.
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Previously
2012: Lazy Wednesday.
2011: “No, no, NO! You must BELIEVE that you can flyyyyyyyyyyy! Like THIS!”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Who can resist a kitten with a potbelly?
2006: I called Fred to tell him about it, and ended up laughing so hard I was crying and he couldn’t understand what I was saying.
2005: And that’s the state of things in Kittenville.