Sweater, Tricot Jolie. Tee, Target. Camo shirt, thrifted. Jeans, Dollhouse (overdyed with black). Loafers, AE for Payless.
Sammy thinks he is a kitten, too. He can’t wait for me to open the door to the kitten room (aka my closet) each morning so he can spend the day chasing and snuggling the wee ones.
While waiting for the vet, we played “doctor.” I think the kittens preferred my treatment to the shots the real vet had in store. (Click to enlarge and see Walt’s mighty fangs.)
We’re all thrilled that we don’t have to go to the vet again until March, when the boys will get their balls cut off. Hooray!