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Kitten Update

I've been getting prodded to do a pictorial update on our kittens. Push me enough and I will probably cave in to almost anything. *Almost*

Here are three of the four kittens being given the sniff test by their uncle.

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Here's one of the babies. I know not which one. I'm sure my girls could tell you, as they've named each one of them. In fact they did so as they were born.

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I know they've named the white one Rosie.

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And here's the last one. Uncle Daddy is still checking out the new additions.

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We may have found a home for one of them. I hope.

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  1. Carolyn2:48 PM

    Awwwww, sweeties! :o)

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  2. If I didn't have a dog and it wasn't a continent away, I'd take the white one. Nothing like a runt and odd member of the litter.

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  3. Anonymous10:35 PM

    Next time you are prodded to take a picture of cats, prod back.
    I don't come here to see photographs of surly, boring, crap-in-my-garden-given-half-the-chance bloody felines.
    Show us the video of "House of the Rising Sun".

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  4. I want the white one ok Pammy.
    And almost anything is a good place to start babe - I'm feeling quite encouraged.

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  5. Janet6:54 AM

    In the top picture, the kitten in the middle looks a lot like Smokey. He was thrilled to see pictures of his half brothers and sisters. He sends his love to you all.

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  6. Awwwwww.... my children still want to come visit smokey sometime.

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  7. As there doesn't appear to be a black witch's cat I'll take the tabby please

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  8. tommy, you can have the white one, but that means either you or I will need to take a trip across the pond.

    Vicus, I told you there is no video. We can make one at some point. Maybe.

    Ziggi, you and tom need to come over together and take your pick! I'll keep the lights on for you. What time should I expect you?

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  9. Anonymous10:23 PM

    What colour makes the best tennis rackets?

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  10. vicus, vicus, vicus... Very naughty of you. And what are you doing up so late. Oh wait, you're probably up early. Good boy.

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  11. Anonymous12:02 PM

    Early mornings - best time to shoot cats.

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  12. There will be no cat shooting on my watch.

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  13. nnjangel12:16 PM

    Hey I thought you were sending me the white one!

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  14. That's right! I forgot. Forgive me? Now...about those shippinig charges. :grin:

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  15. Pammy, I booked my air ticket and now your giving it to someone else.

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