I went to the vet and convinced them to let me take some pictures of the Pickle girl.
Low light + squirmy kitten = fuzzy as a peach photos.
Do you love how they gave her her own dog as a companion?
By the way, they are called her "Treasure" and I hate the crap out of that.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Ickle Me Pickle Me Tickle Me Too
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grievances,
kittens,
photography
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Little cutie patooties like that one make me long for a cat of my own. A few years ago, I succumbed to the allergies and can no longer have pets in the house. Sniff.
ReplyDeleteI must have that kitten NOW!
ReplyDeleteI hate the crap out of that, too. Pickles is WAY better.
ReplyDeleteAwwwww! She looks like MY kittens did when they were kittens.
ReplyDeleteYou're right - Pickles is WAY better.
Awww. I am in love. We gotta jailbreak her PRONTO!
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness, she is adorable!! i just want to grab her and smush her...oh, wait, that might give her flashbacks.
ReplyDeleteand i agree, "treasure" is lame.
-mimi
Seester, I just couldn't do it. I'd have to get the shots instead. I wither without my pets.
ReplyDeleteMrs. G, I'll try to provide more photos as appropriate but she's already spoken for. (Fingers crossed for that to work out.) Besides, given how she got to me I'm betting she's never going to be a fan of riding in the car so the cross country trip might be rough.
Chili, I was thinking about that.
Mimi, yes! She's so smooshable, I can't even tell you. Soft and warm and luscious. I hope some day you can meet her.