9.30.12 : nom nom

The quality --blurry--  and subject matter --eating-- of this photo are not great.

But here's what I love about this photo: the paw. That little bend? The fluffiness? Gah! This kills me with cuteness.

09.28.12 : epic battle

Kaesea is not allowed on the kitchen table.

I don't think he knows this.

And... I'm not telling him.

09.27.12 : snugglepuss

God, I love this pink nose.

09.26.12 : kitten fountain

We have had a lifetime of back and forths with the bathroom faucet -- we have broken him of the faucet habit many times and we have also returned to it many times.

Right now, we're in it. Cause... how can we not?
Cheers, kitten.

09.24.12 : what's up?

09.23.12 : flat n' fluffy

09.21.12 : hidey hole

Kaesea has always loved what we call a "hidey hole" around our house (a term that takes me back to childhood, brought back to life by my clever husband).

Open a drawer and he'll jump in. Leave a cabinet or closet door open, and in he slips. Years ago, Bill actually removed a door from a wardrobe we had so that Kaesea could have his own regular hidey hole to frequent.

In recent months, his carrier has become his hidey hole. As you can see, he's got a furry blanket + one of his handmade quilts padding the thing. So it's pretty cozy in there.

Love this look -- "Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm in my hidey hole?!" You might get more respect if we were calling it your "man cave," Kaesea.

09.20.12 : sweet dreams

Will I know?

Everyone insists that I will "know" when it's time for Kaesea to go. But how? Will I? I worry about this. All. The. Time.

Today, Kaesea barely ate any food and pretty much slept all day. I finally convinced him to eat some shrimp and some "dairy flavored" treats (yes, really) at the end of the day, but... it wasn't much. Mostly, he slept.

Generally, he seems content -- he purrs, he makes biscuits, and he head butts us. He still loves to have his cheeks brushed and he really enjoyed those weird treats. He hangs out with us on the couch and in bed. But... he's losing weight. And he meows all night. And today, he barely ate.

How will I know? It's been such a long, slow journey. Is this yet another bump in the road? Will we wake in the morning to find Kaesea saying, "Okay. Let's eat!" Or... is this it? I have no idea. Hate that.

[edited to add]: As soon as I wrote this, he hopped up and ate a bunch of food, then cleaned his face. It's Kaesea. Sooo... of course he did. Stay tuned.

09.10.12 : make it go

Kaesea's has had a lifelong on-again/off-again addiction to Faucet Water. Over the years, we have broken him of it, then gone back to it several times.

When he was very sick last month, we let him drink from the faucet. Which, of course, has led to scenes like this -- Kaesea sitting in the bathroom sink, willing the faucet to go.

09.08.12 : author photo

If Kaesea ever writes a book, this will be his author photo.

09.04.12 : i love my uncle

There were a bunch of us standing around in the kitchen and Kaesea was sitting right in the middle of it all. Here, he's sitting right by his Uncle Bob, looking up as if to say, "Yes, yes. Go on..."

Such a little socialite.