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My Fluffy Babies

Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.

*sigh*

We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.

This one has only ever been called the Tiger….

and this one is our grey baby.

And lastly, this calico beauty–we call Chili– has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..

dare I say it?

I’m keeping her. 

I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….

look at that face.

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My Sweet Babies

Ok, is your heart just melting right now? Mine is. Our little babies are at that adorable phase where they look more like stuffed animals than actual, live kittens.

This is Tilly Clawhauser, our true calico.

Of course, they are also at the age where they wiggle so much that it’s a miracle if I can get a clear picture of them…at all.

This is little Tiger Tummy.

And in case you’re worried, nooooo, I’m not holding them by the neck to get the shot. They are sitting on my lap and I’m propping them up with my hand. My sweet little grandson saw the pictures and asked why I was choking them. I’m not, honey…I swear.  Yikes.

This is Jersey Pie.

Lastly, we have the one we simply call Grey Baby. Because except for his feet, he’s…you know…grey.

I love, love, LOVE having kittens in the house. It just makes me so happy. Plus, it makes the grandkids visit more often.

That’s a big plus.

 

 

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Just Yesterday Morning

Just yesterday morning we woke up to this loveliness. Ahhhhh…

This photo shows the view right outside our front door as if we live in a quaint little village.

As that’s always been a dream of mine…

I’ll take it.

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Tarmac the Leprechaun

 

So here is our cute little house squirrel, ahem, I mean house Leprechaun, all ready for his special day.  Now I know that the green thing he’s holding doesn’t look much like a clover–but I did try. I’m not so great with itty bitty crochet.

But that beard!! BAhahaha! It makes me giggle every time I go out on the porch!

Good old Tarmac. He’s such a sport.

Now if we could just find that darn pot of gold…that’d be swell.