Back in early August, I brought home Amelia the super kitten. Since then, she has enriched our lives by tormenting Astrid, dragging my knitting and my underwear all around the house and often abandoning them in her water dish, and staring at Zeke in a highly speculative manner. Here are some pics of our half-way grown up young lady (click on pic to enlarge):
Lounging and looking calm and grown up. It is all deception.
The super kitten in her Fortress of Solitude.
Amelia and Astrid. The are NOT cuddling — whenever Amelia forgets herself so far as to sleep in Astrid’s spot, Astrid simply lies down on top of her in supreme kitty indifference.
Amelia with her own little catnip-stuffed kitty pillow, handknit by moi. She attacks, mauls, drools, and passes out in 5 minutes…..