Web Cams Not Needed

Although they would still be way cool... But when the human comes home to water all over the kitchen floor, she can instantly picture Angel (maybe AreToo, but most probably Angel) standing in the fountain and splashing about to his heart's content.... Human to guilty kitten/s: Do it in the bathtub, will you? That's why the extra water bowls are put there!

Their Idea Of Toys

It would be one thing for the human to have to say, Don't play on the furniture, but Don't play with the furniture? There's Angel, not only using the back of the Morris chair as his personal jungle gym, but also battling bravely and mightily against those evil velvet ribbons that tie the cushions on... And when the human, sitting on the couch, dangles a mouse at Cyrrie, he comes running, only to land - biting and kicking - at the arm of the couch and the pillow, the mouse completely ignored....

Angel on pie-safe w/ out flash... 

Angel on top of pie-safe... 

AreToo in pie-safe... 

So Sweet

Of course they were spread out just enough that I couldn't squeeze them all into one picture, but it was very sweet and good this morning - all 4 boys together on the bed: AreToo curled up on a pillow, Cyrrie stretched out along a wrinkle of quilt with Buddy right underneath him, and little Angel sort of semi-awake, washing his fur in slow-motion...

Petunnia imparting negative ions into newly laundered blankies... 

Sleepy Cyrrie with one eye open... 

Angel on dresser... 

Angel on bookcase... 

It Is To Laugh

Human here: Someone asked me if I would have a Christmas tree this year... [Hysterical laughter goes on and on...]

Lots To Catch Up On...

(I should have been taking notes..) On Thanksgiving morning, the human got up (semi) early to bake a pumpkin pie; Cyrano helped, which is why p. 694 of How to Cook Everything now is page-marked with (real) pumpkin pulp. That must be where Cyrrie got the idea for his own book - How to Eat Everything! Well, Almost Everythng...

Thank You, Charlie!

And thank you, paperclip...

Not A Good Combination

Cats and contact lenses: All morning my right eye has been watering. Blinking has not helped. Drops have not helped. Take the lens out, put it back - nope, still no good.And then there's the running of the eye make-up - really nice. Thank you, Cloud...

I Had To Look It Up

"Chipset heatsink not detected."

Catching Up

Computer is still dead, AreToo is still alive, in spite of his human's having promised repeatedly to "wring his little neck"... In the middle of the night, yet another horrific crash in the bathroom, yet another hydroponics is kittened, and Aretoo is found just sitting there looking quite interested and somewhat smug at the broken glass, greenery and water water everywhere. Just the day before the human had found the last leaf of the prayer plant uprooted and being wrestled over between the kittens. Oh, and of course, there was all that dirt all over the dining room rug, again... IAGTTC, IAGTTC, IAGTTC....

Sisterhood... 

Angel's New Thing

Late at night - ok, sometimes early at night - the human goes to bed but sits up to read. Angel positions himself on the dresser at the foot of the bed, and his eyes go all opal and neon: sometimes both together, sometimes one at a time. Blink, flash, blink, flash, like code...

Pumpkin-gazing... 

Tribble...? 

Catnip sock doesn't stand a chance... 

Cornered...? 

Finally

A food Cyrano won't eat! In fact, when the human offers him a slice of her Clementine, he actually runs away...

Angelic... 

Identities

Three names, minimum, yes. And, perhaps, also three additional species? Take the A Team - in addition to being kittens, they are also, clearly, dragons, extraordinarily elegant with long paws/claws and tail and such big entrancing eyes... But then there are the behavioral issues - like jumping straight up the door jambs - that makes them, what, grasshoppers? And now they stay there, clinging, like monkeys, looking at me, eye to eye. What are these little hybrids? Aliens?? Or do we just go back to kittens, which is sufficiently weird onto itself....

It Happened Again

Someone scuffed a whole lot of litter out onto the basement floor. And then someone else came along, and, well, figure it out...

Squirrel Bribing, The Sequel

I had a pumpkin that did not get carved for Halloween, so it was going to be soup... But first it was just sitting around the living room, looking decorative. Then, yesterday, I noticed a small patch of mold - eek! So it went out on the front porch to look decorative until garbage day.... Tonight it is approximately half a pumpkin, and garbage day may not matter, afterall - fat and sassy squirrels are feasting gloriously.....!

Oops!

In the process of picking up cat toys, the human grabs at one of the fuzzy ones which is half under a chair. Um, it was Cloud...

Noise

It's not a click or a twang, like a comb or a tweezer hitting the floor. When the human arrives to take stock of the bathroom, it turns out to be her eye shadow and liner plunked down into the middle of... the kitty litter. Right. And there's AreToo, placidly contemplating his handiwork, and completely bewildered when his human picks him up and... kisses him. I mean, really! (Is that her line, or his?)

Looking askance... 

Look so innocent, don't they...? 

Some Things Don't Change

This morning the human was bringing in bags of crunchies to temporarily store in the vestibule. Before she could take her coat off, there was AreToo, having snuck past her once again, head down in a grocery bag, biting into 2, count them, 2! new bags of crunchies... She had to sccop him out herself, as he was much too busy to listen to anyone using the "n" word. Does it go without saying that all the (numerous) regular bowls were quite topped up?

Things Change

In the old days, strange objects mysteriously made their way up from the basement. Now, small but important things go in the other direction - this morning the human found the stopper to the bathroom sink, a tweezer and a makeup brush, all on the basement floor (but not all together in one easy to find place, of course).