It was Kitty Krazy Hour.  It  happens once or twice a day around here, when all three little beasties – Pumpkin, Peanut, and Princessa – tear around like maniacs doing bank shots off the furniture (and the dog) and generally create feline chaos.  I just try to stay out of the way.

Then I went out into the kitchen and discovered that, once again, they had knocked over the trash.  It happens right after it’s been emptied.  They jump on it, and with no weight, it goes flying.  This time, though, something was a little different.  Can you Find the Kitty?

Hmmm, they’re a little harder to find today, aren’t they? Give up?  Say “Uncle!”  Okay, I’ll have mercy.

What happened is that, when I went out to the kitchen, I reached down to stand the trash back up – only it wouldn’t move.  It felt like it was cemented to the floor … or was full of cement.  This baby just would not stand back up.  Well, you’ve probably guessed by now.  It wasn’t full of cement – it was full of kitties.  So I lifted the lid and they looked at me and said, “Hey, you found us!  This is a great new place to play.  Wanna join us?”

If you’d like to actually find a kitty today, go look for Olivia at New York Renovator.

My three babies are back from the vet’s, and glad to be home.  They spent about 10 minutes prowling about the house, meowing and checking everything out.  My lap has been re-warmed, and all is well.

After the initial scouting was complete, they returned to their normal investigative mode, so … can you Find the Kitties?  You’re looking for two of them this time.  And no comments on the dirty dishes. 

Last night, my lap looked like this, and all was well in my life.

Today, there’s not a cat to be found.  They’ve all been delivered to the vet, so three kitties don’t become nine kitties … or thirty six kitties … or.  Well, you get the idea.

Now, my brain knows this is necessary.  My brain acknowledges that by God’s grace they’ll be back tomorrow, warming appropriate places, terrorizing others, and making me laugh.

Today, though, my lap is bereft.

I forgot to use the flash for this one, which may or may not add a degree of difficulty, but can you Find the Kitty?

Isn’t he cute?  In case you’ve forgotten, this is Pumpkin Spice, aka the ringleader.  And here’s a bonus photo.  They’re not hard to find, but they’ve slept like this since they were very little.  Do you think they’ll ever outgrow the “kitty pile?”

And because everybody seems to like the action shots, here’s another short video.  Note there’s no audio on this one, so do not adjust the volume.

And be sure to go look for Olivia.

When you haven’t had kittens in a while, you just think how cute they are and you forget the things they do.  When you get three of them, it doesn’t take long for them to remind you.

That said, can you Find the Kitty?

This is Pumpkin, the ringleader of the kitty gang.  If there’s a place in the house that he hasn’t explored yet, I don’t know where it is.  He spent quite a while up there.  Even when he’s being a “bad kit!” he’s still cute, isn’t he?

And be sure to go hunt for Olivia.

The thing about having three kitties who have never been apart is that they try to outdo each other to make me laugh.  The other thing about having three kitties who have never been apart is that they try to outdo each other to infuriate me.

Can you find Princessa?  FYI, Pumpkin was not far behind her!  And be sure to go take a few peaks at Olivia.

I missed FTFF last week (sorry, Mrs. M.!) but I’m back again, so I must be forgiven. 

This week’s photo illustrates that there is no such thing as kitty-proofing a house.  In that respect, children are much easier to raise.  On that basis, look through my hubby’s bookcase-desk–filing-sytem-ham-radio-station and see if you can Find the Kitty.  And be sure to go look for Olivia at New York Renovator.

“Don’t open the door! Photo shoot in progress!”

So said my granddaughter after she closed herself in the bedroom with the three stooges kittens.  So my offering this week is, once again, compliments of my granddaughter.  Without further ado, can you Find the Kitty?

But it did inspire my granddaughter to commandeer the camera to get more entries, so here’s my latest challenge.  Can you Find the Kitty?

Now that you have the potential search criteria, can you … find the kitty? You have two chances. [Also note the lovely quilt my sister-in-law made for us.]

And be sure to go find Olivia, too.