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Kittens

I was nudged to do a kitten update, so here it is. This was taken by my youngest daughter using my camera phone. We'd use our camera but hubby took it with him to Whistler this weekend. Yep, he's off skiiing with the two oldest offspring while I contemplate how to rip my spine out of my body and straighten it out so I can walk again. Wheeeeeee! More meds please!

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  1. jromer10:17 AM

    is there no end to the cuteness?
    actually, i can see a warped mind seeing this photo and telling you 'please do not feed the kittens to the firemonster!'

    there is a gray cat who lives across from me and it is taking everything not to go ring the bell, introduce myself to the owner and then run over and cuddle the cat...who might scratch me in terror.

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  2. Unknown4:11 PM

    I'd give you one of my kittens if you lived closer!

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  3. jromer4:22 PM

    and i would hug it and squeeze it and call it george! remember the cartoon?

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  4. Unknown5:13 PM

    YES!! I do remember that cartoon. How funny. I say that to my husband all the time. "I'll hug you and kiss you and name you George!"

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  5. RoySr12:45 AM

    Heh! My wife says that to me on occasion. I'm still wondering who George is though. She won't tell me.

    I do love the basket full of babies Pamela. Let us know when you decide to keep them all. You know you will. Sure you will .....

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  6. Unknown6:05 AM

    No, no, no. no! I can't keep them all. Although last night I came very close to saying yes when my youngest came to me with tears in her ears, saying she would take care of them, really she would. It's hard to say no to such an earnest child. They've even named each kitten. Twitchy, Rufus, Angel Puss and... Hmm. I've forgotten the name of the last one.

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