The boys

are simply too cute for words when they sleep together.

On a Marlene note, Mom went jogging this morning. She jogged 1 mile, walked about an eighth of a mile and then jogged another full mile. Best she's done since she started jogging outside. Hooray!!!

Whap-a-thon

There was no clear winner...

Smack-a-thon

9 and Sheamus decided to have a Smack-a-thon.

It didn't last long.

9 thinks he won.

Chani decided to stay out of it and look cute.

The suitcase is still out because Mom is heading to Vegas with Grandpa and Grandma. It's only from Friday to Sunday, but goodness, how can she leave us again??? At least Sheamus' foster mom will be coming to visit us again... sniff sniff...

Man Cat Monday

Ahem, it is I, 9. As the big brofur, I am entitled to start off this post. I am the man cat of the house, of course. You know, humans often take photos of themselves using a cellphone camera or desktop camera and end up with results like above. I'm pretty talented, aren't I? Hehehe... Even without opposable thumbs and relatively short arms, I got a very nice shot of myself.

Now, Mom took this photo of me. I still love to sit in boxes.

Oh, and here I am with my brofur, Sheamus Popoki. I really do love my brofur. He and I romp together and generally have a good time wrestling. I guess I shall let him talk a bit.

Zzzzzzzzzzz... Huh? Oh, I need to talk. But I am so sleepy! And I'm so comfy here on the couch that compliments my orange fur so well.  Zzzzzzzzzz...

Oh yes, I love to sleep with my brofur, 9. He grooms me and I groom him too. We're good that way. Zzzzzzzz...