reading: Crisscross, by F. Paul Wilson. Finished yesterday: Crash Diet. I didn’t particularly care for it.
This is Flossie. So named because she has markings like a Holstein cow. Yes, we thought of naming her “Bessie”, but I like “Flossie” better. It’s just lucky coincidence that this one ended up being the girl (at least so far as we can tell), because we really wanted to use a cow name. If she’d been a boy, I was thinking of naming her “Moo”, actually. Heh.
This is Peanut. The spud named him.
We haven’t definitely come up with names for the other ones, but we’re probably going to name one of them Oy. We briefly considered naming them Roland, Eddie, Jake, Oy, and Susannah (Fred got really excited when he came up with that. “It’s the perfect ka-tet!” he said.), but most of those names have been used before. We also thought of using Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer, but again – they’ve been used. Nance thought I should name them Elliot, Paco, Fred, and Rick. Heh.
We’re also probably going to name the one with the little speck on his nose – the one I was holding in yesterday’s entry – “Snoopy”, because that was Tubby’s “official” name. Also, we might name one “Edgar”!
Give me suggestions for names for the mother, would you? She doesn’t have a name, either, and I can’t come up with one that fits her. Fred suggested “Mrs. Boogers”, but as Mister Boogers has proven himself to be a chicken little pansy-ass when it comes down to it, I’m not sure that really fits her.
This one is the one that might be “Snoopy.”
So damn cute.
Snuggly kittens.
They’re always so damn hungry.
Poor long-suffering Momma.
You can see more pictures of them in Fred’s entry for yesterday, or over on my Flickr page. I’m sure I’ll be uploading pictures at Flickr for as long as we have the babies, so I’ll add a link in the sidebar at some point, hopefully this weekend.
This morning there was baby poop all over the damn place – all over the towel in the box they sleep in, all over the babies, and a tiny little baby turd on the floor. I replaced the towel with a clean one and picked up the poo on the floor, but left the babies for Momma to deal with. If they’re still dirty tonight, I’ll wipe ’em down with a damn cloth. God knows Momma must be tired to DEATH of licking up baby poo.
I also need to take a good look at each of the kittens and see how the hell I’m going to tell them apart. I’m okay with all of them except the two black and white ones. I’m sure their markings aren’t exactly the same, but I haven’t noticed any obvious difference yet.
Okay. Enough about the kittens.
“Ah shmells kittens…”
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