Dragons on the cat tree in the front room. Ember is turning out to be quite the daredevil.
Luckily, she stuck the landing.
“Whew! That would have been a long, painful fall!”
Have I mentioned that Ruth is responsible for ear cleanliness? Puff does not appreciate it, but she’s just doin’ her job, man!
Unfortunately, the cat tree leads to the tops of the bookcases, which is where Stinkerbelle likes to spend time. She does NOT care for kittens, so I’ve told Fred that it’s time to make it so there’s a second way down from the top of the bookcases that ISN’T jumping straight down from the top of the bookcases!
If you look closely, you can see that Ember’s eyes are starting to turn orange (to match her fur!) from the pupil outward.
“STOP BREATHIN’ ON ME, SCORCH! ::slap::”
“What?”
“That tickles!”
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The squint is KILLING ME DEAD. Maybe Jon Snow needs glasses.
I always wondered how they kept their nostrils so clean…
“Ehn! EHN!” It’s tough to drag that big ol’ belly up onto the cat tree.
(That powder by the baseboard is Diatomaceous Earth, by the way. We had an issue with ants getting to the kitten food. I sprinkled DE by the baseboards and around the food dishes, and after a couple of days the ants went away. The kittens sniffed at it, and then left it alone. It won’t hurt them unless they keep taking big sniffs of it, but they knew after a cursory sniff that they weren’t interested.)
Hodor, at attention.
“Hodor!”
“Stop it! Just STOP IT. Stop following me around and saying your name. I KNOW YOUR NAME. THERE’S NO NEED TO KEEP TELLING ME.”
“Hodor.”
“AGH!”
“I HATE that guy.”
Hodor, checking out the ceiling fan while Brandon gets his cheesecake pose on in the background.
“Pretty sure I belong on the front of a bag of kitten food. See? Wouldn’t I be PERFECT? Someone call my agent!”
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Newt, in his favorite summer hangout, tucked away in a corner of the kitchen counter. I’m not even sure that he’s been outside in the last few weeks.
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Previously
2012: “Am busy ripping paper! You go ‘way!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: The kittens are 15 weeks old today
2007: Maxi, guardian of the garden.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.