They survived their first month of living at our home and (now at four months old) we took them for their first nine-hour drive to Ohio to meet their grandparents. Here’s a little taste of Christmas 2005 with our kittens, Loki and Thor.
First Catmas
Their cuddling like this...
...is probably why we picked them...
...at the shelter.
Shh. We haven’t yet told them they’re adopted.
Loki!
Thor!
iPhoto can reduce red-eye, but not cat-eye.
Thor doing her best dance-pose.
Loki is adorable when he’s sleeping.
And only then.
Loki and Mommy.
My girls.
Kittens in Zero-G.
Meeting their cousin Juniper (also adopted).
No, Thor, that isn’t a mirror.
Their butts wiggle just before they pounce.
Loki is blissfully unaware of the war on Christmas.
No one thinks about the effect war has on kittens.
Thor, still a climber at heart.
That’s no mountain, Thor. That’s your Mom.
They made up a sport involving this red ball.
I don’t quite understand all the rules.
But I think Thor’s winning here.
Now Loki has the ball.
Get over yourself, Loki. You’re not Madonna.
Okay, maybe you’re a little like Madonna.
First to the top!
I bet Loki’s butt is wiggling.
This was not posed.
They love their Clementines box.
But if they can read, then that's just vain.
