It always starts out so sweet.
Grooming themselves and each other.
“I lubs you, too. You’re the best brudder a guy could have.”
But in an instant, without warning, it all goes TERRIBLY WRONG.
“YOU ARE THE WORST BRUDDER EVER.”
Then they stomp off in opposite directions, where they fume and sulk for hours.
LAYDEEZ AND GENTLEMEN!
IN THE CATEGORY OF CUTEST KITTENS EVER
THE NOMINEES ARE:
(The kitten formerly known as Charcoal) Logie! (Named by Lesley after the Logie Awards.)
(The kitten formerly known as Stripey1) Newbery! (Named by Catsy after the Newbery Medal.)
(The kitten formerly known as Stripey2) Darwin! (Named after the Darwin Awards.)
(The kitten formerly known as Stumpy) Razzie! (Named after the Golden Raspberry Award.)
So there you go – they’re named. And now I have to write myself a cheat sheet so I’ll learn their names and stop using their nicknames!
Kittens and Emmy are continuing to do well. I’ll admit that they’re a little boring at this age because all they do is eat and sleep and scream like big ol’ babies when they realize they’re more than three inches from their mama. They’ll be lots of fun in a few weeks, but for now most of what I do is sit and watch them.
As you can see from her picture above, the kitten formerly known as Stumpy, who is now Razzie (heh, had to look at my cheat sheet!) is starting to open her eyes, right on schedule.
Would you look at that smug little face?
“I HAZ A COMPLAINT AND MY COMPLAINT IS THAT THAT HUMAN KEEPS TOUCHING ME TO MAKE ME KICK MY LITTLE BITTY LEGS AT HER AND SHE THINKS IT’S CUTE AND MAKE HER STOP.”
This lasted for about half a second and then she realized she wasn’t next to her mama anymore, and then she started screaming.
I’m not 100% sure who this is. Probably Newbery.
Logie climbed behind Emmy and then just kind of sat on her shoulder.
And now for your Emmy-and-babies video of the day!
The little legs kicking around just kill me. SO FREAKIN’ CUTE.
Here’s the video I found while poking around on my hard drive. It’s from mid-February, and consists of Everett, Sally, and Lucy Peppers leaping around like monkeys. Also present were Corbie, who got in some swipes at da bird, and Elwood, who was trying to figure out why I’d moved the litter boxes to either side of the room (because I wanted to keep them out of the video. You see how well that worked.)
This picture makes me laugh – it totally looks like a set that we put together deliberately and then put Sugarbutt there to pose. He’s doing a nice Glamour Shots pose, isn’t he? I love the way he’s looking at that feather teaser.
Previously
2011: That’s right. I’m bringin’ sexy back.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Meet the new pigs.
2007: Going on hiatus!
2006: Hell of a way to start out your retirement, ainβt it?
2005: Book recommendations and a meme.
2004: No entry.
2003: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
2002: Food for her youngs.
2001: Not much going on here.
2000: Mean mommy, huh?
We have the Brudderly Love action here daily with my two 6 year old boys. This morning they sat so sweetly at the table eating bacon, crunching down the yummy goodness, when all of a sudden the screaming erupted. You have more bacon, quit shoving it in your mouth, don’t eat so fast! And then, the Bacon Battle was on. Two boys grabbing fistfuls of bacon off the platter like rabid wolves. Bacon brings out the worst in brudders. (P.S. This behavior was NOT tolerated and consequences were dealt out immediately)
I’ve been leaving my bedroom door open at night so the cats have access to my room (for a while I was keeping it closed off, but gave up trying to make that work). I get the Brudderly/Sisterly Love/Hate every night as they’re jockeying for the best positions, which are on the middle of my chest and right next to my pillow. This means that when the paws o’ doom start flailing and the shrieks of rage erupt, it’s right in my face, and inevitably one of them decides that the quickest way out of the situation is directly across my face. *sigh*
Love the picture of Emmy with one of her babies tucked under her chin – it is like MiniMe!
Makes me want to foster some kittens this spring, except for all the work involved, I mean. Maybe I will just voluntter at the shelter instead.
I see the Sisterly Love turn to Sisterly Hate as well. They don’t cuddle right next to each other so much anymore, but they’re always near each other. Then the licking starts. In a minute or two, it turns into smacks and Ears of Annoyance. Then they chase each other around for about 10 minutes. Two small cats and you’d think there were Clydesdales because of how much noise they make!
My cat, Jack Luca, and I just finished enjoying your photos, not nice but twice! Those babies are soooo cute. I can’t pick a favorite!!
Did anyone else immediately storm over to Wikipedia to see why the fuck “Newberry” is spelled “Newbery?”
As I’ve stated in previous comments, what I know from cats will fit on the back of a postage stamp with room to spare, but it does seem to my untrained eye that Emmy is an exceptionally laidback but attentive Mommy. What really blows my mind is that she went from feral to trusting you and Fred to handle the kittehs in such a short time, which I think speaks VOLUMES about both your abilities with animals.
They are SUCH gorgeous little things, and I cannot WAIT to see their blue blue baby eyes against that lovely grey fur. π
Well, dang! I thought Razzie must be the most genius kitten even with those eyes peeking out so soon. So disappointed that he’s just “normal”. I just adore his tiny, stumpy tail!
Robyn, my cats decide it’s time to have a fistfight right on top of me at night too. Then it’s all hearts and flowers while they snuggle up together and I get to sleep on the edge of the bed.
I love the “Snugglebunnies” pictures. One of your best! π
I love how Emmy seems to be hugging the kittens!
Does Logie look like a tortie to you? The “love” in our house is called “the ear lickin’ before the ass kickin'” lol
Oh, dear sweet GOD. The “snuggle-bunnies” picture is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt! I think we have another contendah for Cute Overload.
And I think Razzie is my favorite, but I reserve the right to change my mind later. π
My 7-year old is enthralled by your entire cat setup. In fact, she informed her father and I this evening that she is, “moving in with Bitchypoo.” She also enquired as to whether you “own a mansion.” Apparently that will seal the deal for her.
We live a good 5 states away, so I don’t anticipate her showing up on your doorstep, but she would if she could. π
The cats are ADORABLE!