The kittens all went in pairs and are happy in their furever homes !

Foxy kitten Brando was born 3/20/12

Brando is a total rock star,

however he likes all music.

These two girls were born 5/23/12

Mirabelle is to left and has white on her back

Arabelle is on the right with calico on her back

These two have taken to R & B

and pop music.

Briquette Coal was born 4/15/12

This laid back sweet boy is quite fond

of Country music

and alternative rock

~ Speaker of the House

Chairwoman of the Committee

~ I do believe this is called profiling

K O K ~ L O L

Bag boy Briquette

CHICK FIGHT !

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~ Kittens first bird watching !

Snugglin kittens ~

Note the subtle swirls on Pierre.

He is Swirlys brother

Check out those exotic

spots n strips on foxy Brando !

Off my back you !

~ Briquette Coal with his claws and fuzz out

Pretty Coal

~ Swirly girl ~ Tangles and twirls

She has the swirl marks on her sides and

was born 3/30/12

She is a disco queen !

~ Swirly girl loves to play string toys

and has already mastered pirouettes !

~ Pretty in pink Pierre was born 3/30/12

Pierre is a smooth talker and

loves jazz and pop music.

~ Long paw Pierre

~ Peek a boo Brando

He is a stripped tabby

~ Swirly watching the parrots

~ Pierre thinks he is a parrot

and loves to sit on your shoulder

~ He’s always lickin’ his chops

Everything is coming up roses

~ Boo !

~ Brando is still shy and hard to shoot.

He is as sweet looking as his pictures

~

Reading Righting Rhythm

The pad on Lenox was jumping. The musicians ranged from white to tan to brown to black. No one in that room was thinking about anything but music. I sometimes think all racial prejudice in the world would evaporate if everyone were taught to play an instrument and then allowed to join a gigantic international band. I’ve never yet met a musician, black or white, who has let color become any sort of a barrier. And this holds for musicians who come from neighborhoods where racial prejudice is taught from the cradle by well meaning parents preparing their kids for the hard knocks of life. It doesn’t work on musicians. There’s no room for hatred when three men or six men or a dozen men or two dozen men are blowing their separate sheets and making a conglomerate sound. The sound is the thing and music has its own color, blue or red or pale yellow or misty pink. ~ Ed McBain ~ Né Salvatore Lombino