Four Feline Friends, Or, A Pussy Posse

The kitties, of which we have a quartet, have been a little clingy to their mama since we started packing and moving over to the new place. (They're still at the Va Beach house.) So I've been photographing each one, in turn, as they come and sit by me for a scritch and a belly rub. Here's our mama (probably a grandmama or more by now) kitty, Tinkerbell. She'll be 8 next month!

This is Star, the next oldest. We guess her age at about six. She's the most aloof of the bunch, usually hanging out upstairs in the master bedroom, but even she has been downstairs frequently lately.

Cupcake, aka Cuppy, is one of our twin kittens. They've just turned a year old. She's the teenier of the twins. Jack told her the other day, "You're like me, you don't grow!" It was an "aww" moment for me. ♥

And finally, we have the other twin, Muffin (aka Muffy), who jumped up on the office "window" (a pass-through from the kitchen) just in time for me to snag her photo, too.  I had to hurry; she's an active one, like Sophia, and often on the go. And indeed, she did run right after I grabbed this pic!

Muffy and Cuppy canoodling, as they often do... ♥

And speaking of moving, we still have a LONG, long way to go (I'm taking a packing break at the moment, since I'm currently out of boxes), but here's a sneak peek of our new digs. The kids were supping excitedly in the living room. I say "excitedly," because they're delighted to be moving and love our new "dump," as Rob calls it. It's really not that bad... in fact, I rather like it myself. Except for the driveway, which sucks bollocks.

Anyway, more to come, as I plan on playing blahggy catch-up tonight!

Fin.