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It’s been a while since people have seen my kitties, since I have been having trouble uploading images to punk-ass live journal. However, I think I have found a way to slide through the evil thing’s keyhole and post pictures of my babies.

Here is my little darling Stewart who is always my lover boy.

 

Stewey is very fascinated by the camera….especially its wrist band thingy. I finally had to remove it from the camera and give it to him, as he was pawing through my bedside end table, hooking it into one of his little talons, and dragging it off, my brand new camera dragging behind him….sigh.

ßMy little girls, Tiggy who is monstrously huge, and little Peaches who is a tiny little mite also love to snuggle. Peaches must be the runt of the litter. She was the scared one who would practically claw my hands off (to the shoulder) when I would attempt to hold her when she was little. Now she obnoxiously mauls me (in a very loving way), purring her head off, at every opportunity.

 

 

 

Tiggy is a bit of a sprawler when she naps, but Peaches curls herself into the sweetest little furball, buries her face in her snuggle partner, and tucks her tail neatly around herself.  She is my little beauty. 

 When Stewey wants my attention, but I happen to be on the computer, he will plant his fuzzy arse onto the keyboard. Or he will get into my lap and just start stretching in such a way that the computer is pushed far far away from my fingers. If he were not so adorable, he could become irritating. I love the little white patch on his nose. 

The girls looked so cute at the end of the bed. It was a warmish day, so they didn’t want to smushy snuggle, but they did want to touch each other, so they got into the closed quotation position and interlinked their front paws. In my next life, I am soooo coming back as a cat. They are the most wonderful creatures to draw breath!

 

 

 

 

Stewey didn’t really want to be touched. This was his sprawl. Every once in a while, he would reach out his front paw to me, curl is claaround my finger and just gentle flex them. It was the feline version of giving someone’s hand a squeeze.

 

I find I am missing my Komet quite a bit lately. She was such a good girl. So well behaved in comparison to these little barbarians…but I do not regret getting them. I have smiled and laughed a lot more since they came into my life.