Happy Sixth Birthday Biscuit!

Biscuit turned 6 this week! He was mine & Mr. Kallisti’s first baby together. He broke my heart the first time he gave me a bloody nose. Mr. K says its cuz he ain’t got no religion.
Best of Biscuit, the first six years!
Biscuit was an orphan rescued by Shannon (my best bud, champion rescuer of kittens!) in West Oakland. We still tell him the story of how he arrived to us all covered in poo! He’d huddled in fear in his litter box in his crate, and had a little accident. The above picture was taken after we bathed him. He was so shivery.
Here’s a Best of Biscuit Retrospective. Warning: Lots of Kitten Pictures not seen in six years!!!
He still wakes me up every morning by licking my eyes with his horribly rough sandpaper tongue. And last night he left one of my doll wigs and his favorite toy (a wire) in his food bowl.
He’s our Baby Biscuit and we love him!
Kitten hanging from window screen
Flickr Gallery: http://www.flickr.com/photos/blastmilk/tags/bestofbiscuit/
Yay month of cat posts!
Best of Biscuit, the first six years!

My Little King: Pekoe steals a chair

Lordy knows how hard it is to shoot a portrait of a black cat! Our Pekoe is so lovely I’ve often tried, and failed to do so. After I brought home this little craigslist find the other day (gothic revival child-sized chair), and Pekoe adopted it immediately as his own, I was determined to position him to advantage to get a portrait.
And here he is, my Little King. Now with throne…
My Little King: Pekoe steals a chair
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