I really should make a resolution to write something for this puppy at least once a week. It's not that I take my critters for granted, it's just that they are so consistently cute that I don't find myself jonesing to write about it. And when they're naughty . . . well, it's not really nice to talk in public about the rude things your kids do, is it?
Nevertheless . . . here's some pictures to be going on with.
Rhadwen in the red leather chair.
Rhadwen on the dresser.
Llewellyn and Huw exchange schmooz.
Gwenith keeps my ankles warm.
Like adoptive mom, like son.
That's good for now. This'll give me time to decide whether to tell about how this morning I discovered down the basement that the kittehs had pulled the big new bag of cat kibble to the floor and torn it open, and how it's heavier than I'm supposed to lift yet, but I lifted it anyway to put it away safe . . .
Friday, May 28, 2010
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2 comments:
Hey! Don't do that! If they eat the kibble, they eat the kibble. They (certainly starving, poor things *lol*) will be more fine eating it, than you will be if you rip something with all that heavy lifting...
People, (and animals), who care about you are watching...
hugs, shmoos, and pettins for teh furkids,
whiskers
Yeah, I know that . . . after I've done it without thinking.
I suspect Gwenith as the perpetrator. She never appeared upstairs for breakfast, and the ripped kibble bag may explain why.
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