Some of you may know that shortly after my birthday at the beginning of March our cat Buster disappeared and we later found out that he lost his final battle in the wild kingdom. We gave him a proper burial in our backyard, complete with stone mound to mark our mighty fallen warrior.
The house was empty now, incomplete.
Fast forward many weeks and a fair amount of drama to the middle of April when we brought home not one, but two kittens to fill the giant hole Mr. Bustipher Jones left.
Please meet Jinx and Oliver (or Jinxaroo and Ollie, or Jinxie and Ollie Boy, or - you get the idea)
WARNING: Extreme Cuteness ahead!
Hi Boys! It's okay, you can come out!
Jinx is a rascal, but super fun!
Here's my sweet Ollie boy! Just look at that face!
Jinx, preparing to launch...
They do this All. The. Time.
Ollie has mastered the art of being right where it is most inconvenient.
Jinx likes to climb the chair and watch me in the kitchen.
Nom nom nom.
Both boys like to chew on my laces and untie my shoes all the time!
Nigh' nigh' babies...sleep tight!
Being a kitten is hard work!
