The Thugs: can't handle the cuteness

     After a week or two of being a minion to two tiny furbabies, I learned a couple of things.  I now had two furry alarm clocks that didn't have snooze buttons, which was good for work-days, but played havoc on my weekends when I usually slept in.  Also, I was totally unprepared for the cuteness factor, and quickly realized that they now ran the show.

     Three of their siblings had the same general colour and markings as Silk, but he had more of an orange tint, especially around the face.  The fourth sibling was totally grey and adorable, but I figured that the dividing line between cat-dad and crazy cat guy was after two cats.  Maybe I should have embraced the fact that I am a crazy cat guy and taken the grey.

     They liked napping on the back of that couch.  I miss that couch.

     What'cha reading?

     Sleepy kitteh.

     Silk likes the camera and doesn't mind posing for it.

     Velvet eventually decided that she didn't like the camera, and often looks cranky when I take a picture of her, but at this point she was still all about being cute.

     Curled feetsies.

     It didn't take long for Velvet to realize that she was a princess and to start posing appropriately.

     The thugs decided early on that they weren't going to be lap cats.  This was one of the few times that they did sit on my lap, and I think that they were simply informing me that it was past their suppertime.