Back in 2013, we had (among others), this little muffin.
Of course you recognize Norbie (Norbert), the little orphan who came to us while Khaleesi was giving birth. We slipped him in among her kittens, and while she was occasionally puzzled by him, she raised him as her own. (You can read Khaleesi’s entire birth story here. Warning: there was a lot of blood during her birth experience, but she was perfectly fine.)
Six years ago TODAY, Kirsten drove over from Chicago and adopted that boy. Here’s what he looks like today!
Still a little brat – managed to stress out his sister so much she got cystitis a couple of times this summer. But also still an excellent snuggler and lets me get all the belly snorgles I need.
Happy Gotcha Day, Norbs – and thank you, Kirsten!
2018: Ryder’s kittens, named.
2017: They’re turning into real cats now – they use the litter box like champs, they eat on their own, they race around like their tails are on fire.
2016: Awwww, wittle baby Hemlock!
2015: No entry.
2014: When he gets really excited, his suave and debonair exterior slips, and he lets his Alabama shine through.
2013: Meadow would like you to TALK TO THE PAW.
2012: Tony Rocky Magoo + red straw = true love forevah.
2011: Tucker’s all “WHY I NEVER!” Hee!
2010: “I am hanging out with my bo’friends, lady. You go away!”
2009: But Bill apparently decided that it was time for his eyelips to GO, and ::SPROINGGGG!:: off they went!
2008: No entry.
2007: It’s a good thing he’s so cute.
2006: Maddy and Miz Poo come face-to-face over Tigger. And then Miz Poo ran away from the terrifying kitten.
2005: So, that’s been my day thus far, and it’s not even noon. I think I need a nap.