Tricksey kittenses...

Just a brief update because I'm about to run out the door.  Arbie will have more later today hopefully, including some pictures.

Last night, as arbie was bringing the Itty Bitty Kitty Committee (IBKC) their dinner, Cheeky decided that he wasn't going to hang around for the baby-cat food, snuck between arbie's legs and out the door, and scampered into the kitchen, where he was was promptly chowing down on a bowl of big-cat food (the bowl being about the same size as Cheeky is!).

Every day the little guys are becoming more and more cat-like.  They're now pouncing on each other, playing with balls and mice and other kitten toys, climbing their scratching post, and generally acting like the little cats that they are.  Next they'll be sleeping on my keyboard while I'm trying to blog!

My office is infested with weasels...

Candy the Arctic Weasel is curled up between the legs of the base of my guest chair, twisted into an impossible pose, fast asleep.  It's too dark to get a photograph of her down there, so I've used one which was taken some time ago (and with the camera on my blackberry, so the image quality is pretty lame).

Readers may be wondering why I refer to her as an "Arctic Weasel" - there is a long story there, but to tell that story, we really need to tell Addy's story first.  So I'll let arbie tell the story of Addy, and then I'll follow up with Candy's tale of woe.

(Isn't she just the cutest thing ever?)