Today’s the last day to enter to win a 2015 11×17 inch wall-hanging calendar (in which Maxx appears, sharing the month of December). If you haven’t already, leave a single comment here by midnight tonight, specifying you’d like a chance to win and include a way for us to contact you via email. Two email addresses will be randomly selected tomorrow and once we hear back from the winners, we’ll get those calendars into the mail asap!
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Niblet Updates! Apparently, the Niblets are a toy-lovin’ bunch!
Talliah (Robbie) family says in response to Viola’s question on whether there are enough toys or not: “Viola’s sister wonders the same. Talliah is not afraid to tell you all about it too. Her absolute favorite is the mouse on a stick. She will play with it longer than I can. Then of course it’s onto the lap to be petted until sleep comes. Then perhaps over to the patio door to watch leaves blow by and the occasional squirrel or chipmunk and dream of chasing them.”
In response to Zuzu going all crazy-pants over toys, Russell’s family says Russell looks just like his mama Zuzu when playing with the Neko Fly!
We love Niblet updates!
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Pia says: I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me but have you noticed how much my mom has been fixated with us napping lately? I mean, it’s unnatural. Look, we’re cats and cats nap. End of story. But my mom feels the need to capture the moments. Here’s some examples:
See? Cat napping. No story here, though I do enjoy showing off my magnificent toehawks any chance I get!
Again, cat napping. Please ignore the crashed-out/partied-too-hard-on-Fleur de Nip -for-days look about me. Man, that’s some wild stuff!
Another day, another nap. Move along. Nothing to zzz here.
Lastly, another nap. I’m snuggling with my favorite toy from my boyfriend (sending winter kisses, D!) in a brilliant sunpuddle, and thankfully, mom’s photo is washed out enough to almost protect me from identification.
Wait! I think I messed that up!
Anyway, there you have it. I nap. We nap. We all nap. There’s nothing exciting about this, mom (though I guess it’s better than poop pictures). You owe me!