So it has been a coon's age (whatever that means, a colloquialism from my modest upbringing) since I posted. I should speak up and let everyone know that I have not, indeed, been slain and consumed by my new kittens. I look at my LJ everyday, but lurk more than journal.
Here's what I've been doing this summer:
Remember when they looked like this?
Mojo and Micajah got REALLY big ...
... and they demolish my apartment...
Then, when they get caught, they become "Cute" like this
And this
But it wasn't long before this happened
It is so lovely to be a kitteh-mama again. Every scratch and every purr is heaven.